Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Poor Old Coffee Pot - Poem by Connie Yost

What sudden sadness I have found!
All my senses whammy bound!
Dribble, drizzle, rumble, croak!
My poor old coffee pot is broke!

Oh happy day my pot is fixed!
Lots of pancakes have been mixed!
So much syrup it's a sin!
The sun is up and here we go ag'in!


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Morning- -

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013


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