Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Grumpy



Grumpy

She wakes up at 5 a.m.
The kids screaming
Husband can’t find his pants
Rain is pouring through the ceiling
And the coffee maker’s broke
But, she knows of a holy place
Created by a caring millionaire
A place to relieve her pain
And turn her from Grumpy to Happy
An Espresso Macchiato is just what she needs
And she needs to make it a double
Too bad she has no cash
And her purse is at home where she left it
So, Grumpy she is and Grumpy she will remain
At least until she can borrow the needed $8.50
Then it will be “Thank God” for Starbucks


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