O, how many are my woes!
For the grounds of coffee have poured out like a river
and are like the grains of sand upon the sea shore.
If I reach down to the floor, they are there.
And if I reach up unto the highest cupboard they are there also.
If I had wings like an eagle or the strength of mighty Leviathan, I could not find them all.
If the sheets of kitchen roll were like unto the size of the Bayeux Tapestry and the absorbency of a giant nappy
even then could I not mop them all up.
So I will give up and go to work.
Maybe the Coffee Dregs Fairy will sort it while I'm out.