Like most people, Mondays are not one of my favorite days. I generally need a glass of get up and go. So much so that I decided to write a haiku about it.

Bitter coffee taste
how I abhor you, and yet
how I love you, too.

Now, I am not a poet but I am not soulless either. Mmmm, coffee. Any one up for a haiku a day for a year?

Edit: I just realized its Tuesday. *fail*