I’m cross,

I’m mean.

You don’t

mess with me

on certain days

when I first

get up,

sleep in my eyes,

gas on the gut,

coffee,

give me coffee,

quick!

But,

there’s a puppy

down below,

and he’s looking

up at me,

little black, tan and white,

fox terrier,

and why’s he got

that darned smile

on his face anyway,

little stub tale wagging,

I ain’t smilin’,

give me coffee,

and give it quick,

as I stumble across the floor.

Little bugger,

quit circling me,

I’m cross,

I’m mean,

I’m kickin’ quick,

pant all you want,

with your quick puppy smile,

and those adoring brown eyes

at the huge, cross god,

coffee,

give me coffee.

Ahh,

that first sip,

the comforting

bitter, roasted

bean aroma

seeping up your nose

as you look out the window

at the bright bird melodies

sung for your benefit.

Aiiiiiii!

Damn, bit me in the toe,

little stinking pee-wad

of slobbering filth,

don’t you dance around me,

it’s all down the chest,

burning hot,

and you did it to me,

is that blood on my toe???

Coffee,

gotta have more coffee,

first cup didn’t count.

Ooh, that’s better,

first cup half gone,

sinking into the easy chair,

what are you

jumping into my lap for,

don’t you know you’re

in big trouble,

nasty little devil,

hold still while I pet you,

cuddle up here,

ah coffee,

nothing like coffee,

and maybe puppy love.

What are you calling me,

old grump for, Hon?

Just get me another

cup of coffee,

would ya?

I’m busy here,

rubbin’ my puppy’s belly,

ah, puppy,

coffee,

snappin’ little poop.

Copyright 2010, Jerry W. Engler