I was thinking of writing a poem called where’s my bloody coffee but I decided not to because I don’t want to be annoyed.
I got it myself and found my first coffee was paid for, I am overjoyed.
I rang a friend, he’s round the bend, no answer came, when will life end?
I notice all lines here begin with the word I, I must live and die.
At last a line beginning differently.
I prefer coffee to tea.
That’s just me.
26th August, 2017