Perfect Cup of Coffee

I made the perfect cup of coffee and I let it go to waste
Because I was too busy to appreciate its taste

I took the time to make it and I even watched it brew
I added cream and sugar just like I always do

The steam rolled off the top of my favorite coffee cup
Oh how I really like it and the way it wakes me up

But when I took a sip it was too hot for me to drink
So I sat it on my desk while I took some time to think

Its aroma filled the room as I waited with anticipation
Then the phone began to ring and I lost my concentration

My perfect cup of coffee, I really messed it up
Because it does not taste the same if you have to heat it up

So I poured it down the sink and I made another cup
I held it in my hands this time until I drank it up

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