Poetry Challenge, V. 6.0, Day 14

Wow - two in a row, and ON TIME!  I know, it's a little crazy, but what can I say - I like to keep you, dear readers, on your toes.  Speaking of on your toes, I had a mishap yesterday:  I was drinking my coffee, as per normal, when suddenly, I didn't feel so good.  It felt like it was that whole , "I've had 12 cups of coffee and nothing else in my system" thing (trust me, it can be quite uncomfortable)except that it was my first cup of the morning.  This was not good.  My morning aversion seems to be past, however, for which I am glad.  My joy is the source for today's poem, in case you were wondering!!!

Ode

I would sing of thee a ballad,

sweet equatorial nectar,

of your tireless spirit bold

and your lush green acres,

of your countless battles won,

both in country and in city,

of the thoughts you inspire,

in the meek and in the witty.

I would sing of your caress,

and the strength of your ardor,

and hold all things else

as nothing but mere odor,

for in thee, my old friend,

lies life within each breath,

and I should unto the heavens,

"Bring me coffee - or bring me death!"

Yes, it's silly.  Yes, this is why I usually avoid rhyming poetry.  Seriously, kids, it's a poem about coffee - it's only going to get so good.  But hey, even examples of bad poetry are stuff of fun, and so I really hope you enjoyed today's offering!

Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid