A cup of joy.
What is enough and doesn't spoil,
Is a cup of joy.
Since a boy,
Knowing growth is not a toy.
As lifing is an envoy,
Each time tastiness comes to deploy.
During the atmosphere of ahoy,
Sometimes hunger strikes to employ.
But no matter the decoy,
Satisfaction is not a coy,
If you have a cup of joy.
Sometimes it comes in hope to soy,
Sometimes it comes in galore on convoy,
And sometimes it drops like oil,
So when it flow in oil,
What was gulped after a toil,
Is a cup of joy.
So when it show in broil,
Keeping it cold is not to spoil.
If a cup of joy,
Is sweet in turmoil,
Nothing can makes it recoil.
Standing on the soil,
Or ground shining like foil.
What is enough and doesn't spoil,
Is a cup of joy.
