Reflections -Coffee Pot Poetry 2

Coffee Pot Poetry

This is the second round of Coffee Pot Poetry, in which father and son 

leave each other messages on hand-held dry erase boards beside the coffee 

pot. Cats were always on their pen tips.

Go, Cat, Go

Spence

Go cat go

but don’t you . . .

Charlie

Row, row, row your cat

Gently down the creek

Warily, warily, warily

No Coffee for a Cat

Spence

No coffee for a cat.

I reject the idea flat.

Let ‘em drink tea, especially herbal 

& a spoonful full of sugar

Charlie

Java cats are jamming in their jammies to the sound

Coffee beans a spinning in the grinder spinning round

Jostles replace jiving

As the spinning starts to slow

Java cats are knowing that their coffee’s good to go!

No Coffee for Me

Spence

No coffee for me

Just fountain water’s satisfactory.

Rills is the one who wants Tea.

Make it herbal 

Plus he gets verbal.

Charlie

If cats could read the menu

Would it change their basic wants?

While staring at the pictures

Would they get lost in the fonts?

And dream of leaving Wells Wood

Giving up their favorite Haunts

Would they then dream of Meadville

And their favorite restaurants?