Thanks Be It For Thine Porridge

Porridge nourish thine body, mind, and soul

Warm my heart, my hands, my feet, my toes

Let its nutrients of goodness make me well

Give me strength, from your flavors, of mirth

The herbs and spices from the bounties of the earth

Deep in the isles of the plenty, where the soils are rich

Rich in my soul you will give me vital mortality thine caffeine

Be so strong that I can only give it a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg

For this porridge I do not eat, I hastily sip it slowly for more

For the more I drink of it, I desire it, more and more

Thanks be to this porridge from the cherries plant indeed

It reaps the touch of hands who lay upon it and gather it to share

The beans of purity, heavens delight, makes my thighs linger

For its thirst I be at my best with guests I will share upon you I bear

Bear this gift of porridge of our lands be free to breed such a lovely thing

Indeed for I will drink this coffee until no more it be

A magnificent aroma of fabulous delicious delight