Here he is, with his feet and coffee planted firmly on the ground.
He brought coffee, he didn't bring me one.
That's all right, I no longer drink coffee
I brought a mango-cantaloupe-watermelon-peanut butter smoothie, I didn't bring him one
Just as well for he looked at my orange muckety goop
And asked why I was having baby food
To which I sweetly snapped, " When one's busy painting, there's hardly time to chew..."