The Mighty Viking

Conquering those things we must, one story at a time

Coffee Thief


I awakened this morning to coffeeCoffee thief

It was left from the day before

Normally stolen and leaving no sign

the thief must be missing, the coffee’s now mine.


It sits there in silence, abandoned and cold

I know how it feels, with no one to hold

a day has gone by, two more she’s away

Till my favorite thief, who causes such grief,

Will return to her pilfering ways


That person who steals my coffee

has also stolen my heart

a day with plenty of coffee

is a day wishing we weren’t apart


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