My coffee cup is almost empty.
A woozle sits upon my lap.
My Sunday morning wake-up
is in conflict with his nap.
I have lately been reminded
of a thing I shouldn't do.
I blindly filled her best tea mug
with my bitter morning brew.
A baby was baptized today
in a white and lacey gown.
She didn't peep or wail or bray
as the water sprinkled down.
Confession time: I have a velvet painting of Elvis.