O’Yea’ It be coffee time fer me and fer ye,
If you jist mite ta care ta jine me in a cuppa.
Wate up a bit tho, I likes me coffee heavy
Two heapin’ tsps, three sugars, short on water
Mind, I do allow, if ye make a pot, veriatshun
That naow, jist by way of explanation, a Pot
Will stand and get heavier by tha minit fer me
That is ok but me guests mite opt ta throw it
All away, nae, me friend ye cannae do it here.
When you come to break Bread in this house
Ye be welcome to all an’ everything we have
One thing tho, niver throw, even a scrap away.
God gave us the means to set a table fer one an’ al’
If one be hungry or homeless, share yer bounty
one niver knows but what, it may be u at the trough,
Tho, I hope and pray, that will niver be.
God Bless All
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
November 4, 2011