This poem was originally published on 1 October 2015.

I’m standing in line at the coffee shop,
I will need one to go.
I’m running late,
I need to be somewhere.
Maybe I should just go.

I watch the clock,
It’s made from mirror,
Which I think is rather queer,
But on some level it resonates true,
Ah! My turn is almost near.

I’m standing at the coffee shop,
Ordering love to go.
I’m running late,
I need to be somewhere,
Quickly now here you go.

No time for sugar sachets,
Drat! This stuff is bitter,
Well, I’m out the door.
Oh, how I wish I were fitter.