It just keeps pouring coffee –
my coffee jug –
not into my usual ‘enormous’ mug,
but into a very small cup.
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!
I grind my own beans
and it’s not the same;
it’s different –
and that is no bad thing.
Contemplating my cappuccino
In an orange cup
On a blue saucer
In front of a red menu
Upon a brown wooden table.
Colourful.
Maybe I should stop contemplating
And get on with imbibing the drink
That is, I think, what I bought it for.
Poets love their inspirations
Even if one of them is luke-warm coffee.
Ode to a cup of coffee
Spoon-stir my loins with your heady brew
Feed my imagination a jot or two
Fire my senses with the feelings of life
Then I shall be buoyant for ever…
Or at least an hour or two.
Sugar me up with caffeination
And styrup my taste buds
With you at my inside
I shall filter the good fight
As my mug is my Grail.
Spoon-stir my loins with your heady brew
Feed my imagination a jot or two
Fire my senses with the feelings of life
Then I shall be buoyant for ever…
Or at least an hour or two.
Sugar me up with caffeination
And styrup my taste buds
With you at my inside
I shall filter the good fight
Ishall not fail
As my mug is my Grail.
PS The above is like a Dopio Esspresso (that’s my excuse for two ‘very’ similar stanzas G:)