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We got ourselves a coffee tree
it gets some KNP and pee,
and grows by leaps and little bounds
attracting terriers and hounds.
We go, first light, with cup and jug
and place the cup (a solid mug) ,
beneath the branch that really brags
and, fully laden, truly sags,
then, slowly and with special care
we pour hot water through the air,
it penetrates the berries' skin
producing a concerted grin.
Inside the house, we heat the brew
from 60 to one hundred, do
tell all your buddies it is time,
to have a cuppa worth a dime.
We also own a tree of bread,
the fruit that imitates the head.
what if we manage to survive
and stay with basic things alive,
I'll sit next to my coffee tree
and after fifteen cups I pee.
Herbert Nehrlich
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