So every morning my dad fixes coffee and I drink some.
I sit at my desk,
Catching up with everything that I missed over the night.
I pick up my coffee cup,
When it gets above my upper thigh,
I have no idea what I did...
But I spilled a few drops on my lucky Thumper pajama pants.
"Dang it..."
I take a sip..
Then set the cup back down
On the cup's way to my desk..
I spill some coffee on my right foot..
"Grrr..."
I set the coffee cup down a little harder...
And it goes over on my mouse-pad.
I glare at the cup..
This cup has always been nice to me,
I don't know why it isn't now.
So about five minutes later I pick the cup back up again
And once again once it is over my thigh,
Coffee spills over in the same spot.
I take a sip, set the cup down, and look at my pants..
"My Thumper pants are going to have a coffee stain on it."
Still aggravated with my coffee and my cup,
I pick it back up again...
While the cup is in my hand is take a different route to my mouth..
It's almost to my mouth when it drops some more coffee on my pants and pajama shirt...
So here I am in my school clothes,
With left over coffee in the cup..
Afraid to drink it.
I take a sip and I don't spill anything...
I have come to this conclusion:
The coffee and the cup hated my Thumper pants and my tank top.
That was my morning, this morning.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
So every morning my dad fixes coffee and I drink some.
I sit at my desk,
Catching up with everything that I missed over the night.
I pick up my coffee cup,
When it gets above my upper thigh,
I have no idea what I did...
But I spilled a few drops on my lucky Thumper pajama pants.
"Dang it..."
I take a sip..
Then set the cup back down
On the cup's way to my desk..
I spill some coffee on my right foot..
"Grrr..."
I set the coffee cup down a little harder...
And it goes over on my mouse-pad.
I glare at the cup..
This cup has always been nice to me,
I don't know why it isn't now.
So about five minutes later I pick the cup back up again
And once again once it is over my thigh,
Coffee spills over in the same spot.
I take a sip, set the cup down, and look at my pants..
"My Thumper pants are going to have a coffee stain on it."
Still aggravated with my coffee and my cup,
I pick it back up again...
While the cup is in my hand is take a different route to my mouth..
It's almost to my mouth when it drops some more coffee on my pants and pajama shirt...
So here I am in my school clothes,
With left over coffee in the cup..
Afraid to drink it.
I take a sip and I don't spill anything...
I have come to this conclusion:
The coffee and the cup hated my Thumper pants and my tank top.
That was my morning, this morning.
