'Twas once in early misty in the cold forenoon;
And some still sleep, so till and tight; beneath the moon.
The door. There was a knock; with rapping and with tap.
The mote in these eyes have awoken. Heard my kin --

My uncle's voice I've heard but faint, then Pa saith, "Yup."
Then serious things they talked about some business. Then,
I picked three mugs and prep a nicely well roasted corn,
A colored black bitter coffee -- and it was born,

For Uncle and for Pa, and also for me too
With delight as he sips while sitting and he got lo
"Taste sweet!" He exclaimed and add it a sugar
My jaws dropped low; he handed me the jar. Tasteless?

Twas once in early misty in the cold forenoon;
And some still sleep, so till and tight; beneath the moon.
The door. There was a knock; with rapping and with tap.
The mote in these eyes have awoken. Heard my kin --

Spoke! With bar!
Sweet tasteless!