Minimum Cinnamon.

kitchen/triplex/wednesady morning

I woke up with a poem in my head.

Great, did you write it down?

I sure did. It has a tune that goes with it.

Which tune?

la la la la la la la,la la la la la la la, la la laaaa.

Sweet. Let's post the poem, what's it called.

Minimum Cinnamon

I need a pee; I need a run

And a coffee and a bun

Made from cinnamon

I need a stretch; I need a bend

One or two hugs from my best friend,

At a minimum.

A kiss sure would be nice

Sympathetic ears, and some good advice

To help me through.

These days are blue, I need the glue

It could be you,

Oh What can I do?

I can’t forget.

At least not yet.

The ocean would help a lot

You bet!

A day on someone’s yacht

With nothing much to do

Except a pee and a run

Some coffee and a bun

Stretches and a bend

Hugs all over from my best friend

That never end.

Never, never do..

Yep, that will do.

Thank you.