This Coffee Lover's Nightmare.

Just thinking of you and the poems that do
So much good for our souls, like big cinnamon rolls
That slide into our bellies with their yum yum-smellies
And coffee that's ground, so it's no longer round
And then perfectly brewed to drink in the nude!

With all the blinds closed and all the doors latched
I love on the coffee, with my modesty snatched!
Then in the greatest, most dorkiness of me,
I realize "all my morning-friends have a KEY!"
I hear a click and my reality breaks!!!
My body can't move and it suddenly aches!!!
I hear cheers "SURPRISE!" that turn into GASPS
And instantaneously, everyone laughs ...
They finally sing "Happy Birthday to You!
-- Ooh, honey, we like THAT tatoo!"