It seems that every time I pour a cup
Of coffee--that great brew that perks me up--
I spill a bit. It's not as if I gallop
Through the act of pouring out the brew;
It matters not the speed at which I do
The dispensation from carafe into
The wardroom cup that I most often use.
Some of what I pour, I'm bound to lose.
It's wasteful, and I can't the waste excuse.
On many days, I need all the caffeine
That I from cups of coffee ever glean--
And then I need some more, for I have seen
What the lack will do. Yet I still pour
And drip; despite the practice, my pour is poor.
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