Ode to a Dead Drip
Ode to a Dead Drip
A long, long time ago I had a coffee maker, you know It brewed my morning, dark and sweet A ritual, a daily feat
Oh, the day it died, a mournful sound No more coffee, earthbound No perky perk, no steaming cup Just empty pot, I’ll have to sup
On instant crap, or worse, cold brew My mornings lost, a somber hue No more aroma, rich and deep To wake my soul from slumber’s sleep
So long, old friend, you’ve served me well Your memory in my heart will dwell But now I’m lost, in caffeine strife A tragic end to morning life
They were singing “Bye, bye, Miss American Pie” I rolled my chair, a mournful sigh To my coffee maker, trusty friend But alas, its life had met its end
Refrain: Bye, bye, my coffee maker, oh so dear Your absence fills my mornings with despair No more hot brew, no cozy start Just an empty pot, a broken heart
Rusty's Armory 
July 29, 2024 at 1:25 pm
May it rest in peace.
😉
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July 29, 2024 at 4:52 pm
Well, that sure starts the day off badly. Rally yourself, man, rally yourself! Walmart is just a mouse click away! Spiffy new pot, delivered to your door, and strong, hot, fresh, coffee will be yours on the morrow!
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July 30, 2024 at 1:56 am
R.I.P Mine died a while ago.
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August 18, 2024 at 4:51 am
You are a good writer. 👍 I tried to comment on something you posted on Facebook. Ode to shabbat
I truly relate to both. My coffee just seems off some days. Or is it me?😆
Our local is different, and our season in life is a decade apart (I am 71). I live in northern Michigan. My seaons change, yet I have gained wisdom and see the Lord’s grace in my days.
As I write this, a barn owl is chanting love notes to his partner, and her response is a screech 😜
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October 1, 2024 at 3:30 am
I couldn’t survive
I wouldn’t purchase
The drive was worthwhile
Not which to choose
Grind and brew
Pods won’t due
Grap the tried and true
Mr. Coffee is my brew
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