Sure! Here's a lighthearted and funny poem to brighten your day—perfect for *Poetic Coffee* or just to share a smile:
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### ☕ **"Ode to the Mug That Knows Too Much"**
I poured my soul into a cup,
It stared at me and said, “Wake up.”
The coffee swirled with silent sass,
Like, “Girl, you’re late for yoga class.”
I tried to sip with quiet grace,
It splashed me squarely in the face.
My toast flew out, a buttered kite,
And landed in the cat’s delight.
My journal judged me from the shelf,
“Still writing poems about yourself?”
I nodded, proud, then spilled my brew—
The mug just sighed, “Classic you.”
So here I sit, caffeine in hand,
A poet with no real life plan.
But if my mug could talk, I bet
It’d say, “You’re weird—but don’t forget…”
**You’re wonderfully odd, delightfully strange,
And coffee makes it all feel less deranged.**
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Want me to write a themed version—like about mornings, pets, or writing struggles?
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