It’s dark and cold outside; warm up with this short poem by yours truly. Here’s to the drink of champions.
ode to coffee
behold! the warmth of the cup that I grasp in my hands
the comfort it brings, as if an old friend
some like you plain and dark as can be
others prefer you with milk, sugar or cream
In the morning, a’brewin’, your aroma brings pleasure
awakens the senses, may make you feel better
an afternoon pick-me-up is often needed
and that you provide, in any season
You’re one of the best things to come from a bean
(although, sometimes, too much makes for a jittery fiend)
You take many forms; iced, frozen and hot
We heart you, coffee. We heart you, a lot.