Ode To The Gnat In My Coffee

To the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme song

"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, of a caffeinated drip.
The warm brown nectar of the gods, in a tiny nerd's firm grip."

"The day was dragging on so long, 'been nodding off since lunch.
Then a tiny splash and a tiny cry, and a gnat's suicidal plunge."

"The precious brew is tainted now, a source of hope no more.
I cannot keep my eyes open, the clock's not even past four!"

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When that gnat suicided in my coffee, I was pretty distraught. I shouted at him to get out, but he was beyond verbal instruction.

Amazingly, he landed in my "Pessimist's Mug", and I was pretty close to the halfway point. The message on the side of the glass has never been more appropriate.