Morning prayer

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This is my morning froth. I trust
I’m not invoking yet thy wrath
by drinking this embittered broth
that’s called the morning coffee.
.
I’m not a simpleton who has
his eye set firmly on her ass.
Nay, I’m not here to make a pass,
I’m here to have a coffee.
.
Almighty, start my day in peace;
if you’re a Yank, grant me surcease,
and if a Brit, then send me cheese
to go with morning coffee.
.
Do note that Cheddar is a sham
and as a Jew, I’ll have no ham,
but nothing could make one as calm
as this darned cup of coffee.
.
This morning’s verse is getting long.
It should be called the Morning Song
and sung while stripping someone’s thong,
not getting in some coffee.
.
I’ve cropped and stored my photograph,
and for one morning had enough,
but if thou dost not like it — tough.
I’ll now enjoy my coffee.

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