The billy boils as dawn takes flight,
A distant rooster crows, the day is soon bright.
But sleep clings tight with my eyelids droop’d,
I stumble out, in a weary loop.

No fancy brew, no sugared treat,
Just billy black, oh such nectar can’t be beat!
Strong and hot, it wakes the soul,
Sets the senses bouldering on a roll.

My mug in hand, with its steamy plume,
One sip dispels any morning’s gloom.
The bitter bite is a welcome shock,
Invigorating with every drop.

No creamy frills, no latte art,
Just pure and strong sets fire to my heart.
It clears the fog, it banishes haze,
And gets you going down life’s lost maze.

Of work and chores, and daily strife,
Black coffee’s there to see you right.
A faithful friend, it asks no fuss,
Just boils away and gives its buzz.