As I stumble for my coffee
I close the door on my troubles
I need to take away my foot
And open on the double
My mind is full of wit and why
I ask what is the wonder
Of the morning and its gloom
And see my mind is shuttered
I pull the blinds and ask for day
Light to come through the winder
And find no trouble with my food
But see the good is fonder
Of the while that opens me
To all the ask and one I see
That that’s the cookie crumble.
As the cookie crumbles You say?
I can’t believe it matters
They fall right in and soon I sop
The goo from right thereunder.
COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020