by Paul Waddington

Created on: December 27, 2009   Last Updated: August 29, 2011

First thing in the morning
You're calling my name
Though I'm still yawning
You're my primary aim

Stumble down stairs
Into the kitchen
Open the bag
My nose is now twitching

Take a big scoop
And drop in the paper
Pour on hot water
I'll wake the wife later

Your smell now much stronger
My body is waking
I can't wait much longer
My hands are now shaking

Into my cup
My body is craving
The black smooth elixir
That soon i'll be tasting
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Eyes now wide open
Brain is alive
This is just what i need
At quarter past five

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