I’m a rebel, me!
Elevenses at 11:33,
and in the garden,
in the rain;
my mug it overfloweth,
once again.
I’m a rebel, me!
Elevenses at 11:33,
and in the garden,
in the rain;
my mug it overfloweth,
once again.
My black coffee’s hot;
I shall have to wait a while
until it cools down.
‘Let’s meet up for a coffee!’
Said nobody, ever, to me;
so I said, ‘Okay, let’s do it do this thing,
let’s meet up for a coffee!’
to nobody, that I could see.
.
So we met up for a coffee;
no, we did not do any such thing,
we didn’t meet up for a coffee,
and you never gave me a ring.
.
‘Let’s meet up for a coffee! Again!’
Obviously, from the first,
this is not going to happen.
.
‘Let’s meet up for a coffee!’
.
It’s never gonna happen.
“Coffee is an aphrodisiac!”
said a local man named, Doug;
he had a dog,
whose name was ‘Dog’,
and he had a frog,
whose name was frog –
a man of little or no imagination was our Doug;
but, the words he gave out
inspired me to write,
to create a poem of such stature,
that—
well, actually it was a haiku?
and here it is:
Aphrodisiac,
it’s a five syllable word
that’s too seldom heard.
It just keeps pouring coffee –
my coffee jug –
not into my usual ‘enormous’ mug,
but into a very small cup.
George brings us coffee
and we thank George;
for many decades
George has brought us coffee
and we have thanked George –
It never hurts us to say,
“Thank you, George.”
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Here,
where the beer is dear;
here,
where the tea is free;
here,
is where ‘we’
only drink coffee.
Walnut Cake
Walnut Cake
is a cake made of Walnuts
and various other ingredients;
but not coffee –
otherwise it would be a Coffee and Walnut Cake
(or, less often, a Walnut and Coffee Cake).
However, what goes nicely
with a slice of Walnut Cake
is a cup of coffee.
Elevenses!
More coffee
for me
before we
travel East
to our destination
And a nice coffee;
nothing instant
maybe a cafetière
if time allows
but as it’s probably the third of the day…
and then we can be on our way.
It would be rude
To call George Clooney
a lunatic.
But, some do.
It’s not true,
I assure you.
His manner is so…
from far too much Nespresso!