ode to coffee

let me sing to of the joys of coffee:

oh thou coffee, which tempts the nostrils and sours the tongue,
who is only drinkable with milk and sugar,
thou that makest grown men stand straighter with the words, "straight up black."
how many times have thou, like a siren, seduced me with thy fragerance
only to be rudely awakened as a honking alarm clock with thy harsh unfriendly flavor?
tomorrow, thy may be a source of strength and dread to me in this mine hour of need.
for if thy do not energize me by morning, perhaps another doss of thy potence at noon
shall do the trick.

best regards,
the indentured servant
Becky