A Hot Cup of Coffee

Unless it’s iced, it must be HOT –
Not warm but really steaming;
Yet when that isn’t what I’ve got,
I feel like simply screaming!

I rarely order coffee out
‘Cause tepid’s what I’m given
And just one sip erases doubt –
To breakdowns, I am driven.

I don’t add milk, I like it black
And hot like an inferno,
Which can be made, if you’ve the knack,
On stovetop, drip or Sterno.

When coffee’s sold in eateries
Or any other venues,
Unless it’s hot enough to please,
Remove it from the menus!