The coffee pot’s empty!
Oh, what a tragedy!
Who could that monster be—
To empty the pot and not make more coffee?

And right there!
A clue I find
That would lead me to
That inhumane fiend

Grease on the handle
I think I know who it is
The preposterous being
Eating fries while stealing!

No more evidence is needed
For right there he is
On the couch, munching away
Watching game while sipping on MY COFFEE!

Brother, I warned you plenty
Now prepare to pay for your sin
With your life, I say
As I yell for mum to come and see

And in she comes with a broom in hand
A solid weapon ready to strike
As she asks menacingly…
Who drank all the coffee?