a poem in cup-lets

Fill your cup – a cup or more –
for you’ll gain something from each pour:

First cup vanishes, sip by sip,
the daily comfort brought by lip.

Then, a second to reinforce
the caffeine in your bloodstream’s course.

Maybe you choose to drink a third…
less delicious or helpful acts have been heard!

If, like me, you’re drinking four,
you’ve probably got a long day in store.

No one can judge what they don’t know,
so drink ’em fast or drink ’em slow!