Gimme that Joe
I wanted a sip of coffee,
but mother told me no.
Said it was “too much caffeine”,
and it would stunt my growth.
I guess she learned the hard way
because she isn’t tall;
“I need it to stay awake,” she said,
But I can't drink it at all.
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