A Percolating Coffee Poem

Coffee is my only vice

I do not drink or smoke

The caffeine helps me open my eyes

Before a word I’ve spoke



I enjoy the percolating

With coffee for the day

Sipped with cream and sugar

And I am on my way



I sometimes skip my breakfast

But never my coffee fix

With no food I get hungry

With no coffee I throw fits



I’d rather stand than rest

When I’ve had my many cups

It jolts me I confess

And at night it keeps me up



There are some things I do

That aren’t very healthy

Coffee may be one

But please tell me very carefully

Here's a SNAIL limerick to balance out your poem:

A SNAIL IN TWO CITIES

Henry the snail carried a house on his back.
He could get up and leave without having to pack.
Although travel was slow,
For this Escargot,
He always made his own track.

Henry eventually left the city of his birth,
Wanting to explore more of this Earth.
His peers said he was crazy,
But they were just lazy,
And didn't much think of their worth.

Although it took him may years,
He finally made it to Algiers.
The city was so grand,
After trekking through sand,
Leaving a trail of slime, sweat and tears.

Moral of the story - Don't be Selfish !