All through the house
The coffee is found
Most of it lumpy
But some of it ground
Into the carpet
And under the stairs
Onto the windows
And into the chairs.
The people were angry
They chanted and cried
"Who'll get us our coffee?
We fear we will die!"
A brave hero stepped out
And counting to three
He fossicked about
And made them some tea
Friday, June 20, 2008
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