with
apologies to Mr. Mister. . . and Mr.
Coffee
Keurig eleison! Keurig eleison! Keurig!
I woke up grumpy on the
bed’s wrong side; crossed the room and stubbed my toe!
I reached the restroom
just too late to find no more paper was on the roll!
My head’s a fog. My mind is still asleep. My body craves a roasted bean,
And in the kitchen is a
smart machine that’s keeping me from getting mean!
In the morning when I wake up.
Keurig eleison!
Punch the darkness from the night!
Keurig eleison!
Pump some magic through this K-cup!
Keurig eleison!
Put caffeine into my life!
When I was young I’d grab
a cup of Joe, my family shared a 12 cup urn,
But now that single
serve’s the way to go, I guess I’ll have to wait my turn!
Keurig eleison! In the morning when I wake up.
Keurig eleison! Punch the darkness from the night!
Keurig eleison! Pump some magic through this K-cup!
Keurig eleison! Put caffeine into my life!
Warms up slow.
I’ve got to go!
How’ll I know?
Where’s my Joe??
[a cappella with overhead
claps]
Keurig eleison! In the morning when I wake up.
Keurig eleison! Punch the darkness from the night!
Keurig eleison! Pump some magic through this K-cup!
Keurig eleison! Put caffeine into my life!
Keurig eleison!
Chip Reeves
October 2017
