Posted: 9/30/2005 4:47:20 AM EDT
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Poem of the Day! LAMENT, FOR COCOA The scum has come. My cocoa's cold. The cup is numb, And I grow old. It seems an age Since from the pot It bubbled, beige And boiling hot. To hot to be Too quickly quaffed Accordingly, I found a draft And in it placed The boiling brew And took a taste Of toast or two. Alas, time flies, As oft time will My cocoa lies Dull brown and still How wearisome! In likelihood The scum, once come, is come for good. |
