who lived neath an old coffee table.
The cow next door has a tail, she wailed
whilst the owl in the third story
has reknown and glory beyond measure
but I don't even have a fable!
Ah, remarked a passing ant
but Mabel, you have a greater treasure
and one that gives old Willowdown pleasure
- his early morning caffeine fix
to get his brain performing tricks.
Admittedly there's chicory too
but on that he will not quibble:
ground beans are the main ingredient
(please do read the label),
a quaranteed aid and expedient
to facilitate verbosity from both ends,
a streaming torrent that never ends...
Poor Mabel - now she looks glummer than ever.
But why does he have to keep it under my table, she asks?
To which the worms and ravens croak
"Nevermore, Nevermore..."
In fact this morning I plan to erect a new shelf
for drinks and various condiments.
Later, if I have time, I shall even write a little fable,
a sort of 'thank you' for sweet little Mabel...
Welcome,



