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I wrote this for a class assignment and it was meant to be in 'ode style' so I'm guessing some of the rhymes might be a bit forced, not in most cases, but in some. I had to follow the rules though! Please critique!
Smooth silky richness meets my tongue, as I slowly sip the brown gold.
The very thought of a brew turns my head to the clouds in haste,
Yes, dearest coffee, you’re the only one I’ve told.
Only you know how I praise your name, your scent, your taste.
A drop, a drip, no, I can’t let a single black pearl go to waste.
Without you a day is brutal punishment; a mind in torment:
Alone without your soft warm whisper, your oozing passion,
I can barely cope, for you are my poison. This obsession I must repent,
Yet it cleaves to me in loathing. Cream and sugar added is my fashion.
A whip to stop me they may use, but I laugh and say, ‘lash on’.
I cannot bear to cover your bitter tang with false sweetness.
Some so-called lovers do, but don’t they merely want the sugary high?
Every morning I measure your essence, with deft repeatedness.
The perfect amount of grounds to use nobody knows but I,
You’d think it exaggeration, but I assure you, it is not a lie!
Burning heat in the stomach leaves a tingly sensation; corrupt nerves gone shaky.
Don’t worry, dear. I often live off you alone, you I’d never dream of deserting.
Abundant with flavors many, I’ll never tire, and no one can make me.
I’m quite sane. Coffee keeps me grounded. That’s somewhat… disconcerting.
The music of your song in motion, with a tinkle and a dribble. My, my are you flirting?
I’ve talked enough; this poor wretch has given the deserved praise,
I’ve completed my longing sincerity, to the drink that’s always king.
Just know this, my burning, smooth vice: I’ll love you all my days.
Never will a different drink take your place; I’ll remain your song to sing.
Devoted evermore to you, when I hear your cheerful gurgle, your happy splash ring.
Even now, I soak up your cunning wealth, the liquid softening my brain,
Hot rich flavors burst with long-tried patience, the mug’s steam tempting.
Oh, the feel of your kind embrace as I drink up your divine rain.
Hurtful to my bones, perhaps, but the blossoming care, is renting.
Some may persuade me to leave off, but never my faith denting.
Blissful endurance, I probably am quite sinfully insane.
Who can guess? Not I, for lost in mind, I couldn’t possibly know.
In continuous oblivion, I forget each morning, as you become my bane.
An admirer all my days of you, not of drugs nor smoke, no, I would never go that low.
I am faithful to your noxious self, because for you, I’d even cut off my left toe!
