I needed coffee and wanted it hot
Grounds in the filter, water in the pot
Pressed the button to start the brewing
Fed the cats to stop their mewling
Bleary eyed and half asleep
I sat on the couch and waited for the beep
Finally, It was ready and so was I
I needed a cup on the fly
I didn’t notice the brown river on the floor
or on the counter and dripping off the cabinet door
i slipped and flat on my back I fell
knocked the wind out of me, bloody hell
to add insult to bruising injury
the cats are drinking the coffee instead of me!
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~Melanie Blackwell
Wordifull 
I reread the title after reading the poem, and it made me chuckle. Enjoyed reading this thoroughly from start to end, and then back to start, especially the bit about the cats drinking the coffee. 😀
It was fun to write…after i gave myself time to stop being angry and owweey…
I didn’t know the poem wasn’t fictional. I can’t tell if people are writing fiction or non-fiction sometimes. Now I feel kind of guilty for the great pleasure I had reading your poem.
It is always tricky to know isn’t it. Some of my work is fictional some true. This happened…but no guilt from you…I’m perfectly fine 🙂
If we can’t laugh at ourselves we would have miserable lives!
oh no – you poor thing
It really was quite miserable…and follow up story (which I will not be writing a poem about) when I went to clean up afterwards I tripped on the bathroom rug and almost bashed my head on the tub. It just wasn’t my day.
The cats weren’t drinking the coffee. They’d assumed you’d killed yourself when you fell and were just testing to see whether or not you were worth eating.
LOL probably. I think they plot my demise while i sleep.
haha…hope they don’t get too nervous with all the coffee, you know….smiles… that was a fun morning verse
🙂 One is scared of nothing and the other is always jumpy and I noticed no discernible difference.
Oh no, and all I did this morning was forget to turn the power switch on the kettle on…. Great poem!
Delayed coffee is no fun either! Thank you 🙂
Ouch! Hope you didn’t hurt yourself, and hope the cats aren’t bouncing off the wall by now…. Enjoyed reading your poetic morning catastrophe 🙂
Funny now…not so much when it happened 🙂
Sounds like last Saturday to me. Took a while to work out why there were little brown foot prints everywhere. Cats might not drink coffee but they surely play in the puddle. Cleaning the floor at 5am; not fun. Going to the laundry to get mop and bucket, in PJs with temperatures in the freezing zone; very not fun. Cats watching you with innocent expressions, you just can’t get mad can you.
No, you can’t get mad at them its just there curiosity 🙂 Sorry you had bad coffee karma too!