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Kaffee Lang

It clicks and it whirs and it chunters, This wonderful little machine, As it takes and measures and grinds Those marvellous little brown beans. It hisses and it gurgles and it splutters Then finally begins to pour And just seconds later A Kaffee Lang awaits once more, Which just slips down the throat So any morning muzziness slips away; After such a fine coffee Any man can face any day

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 10/29/2022 3:03:00 AM

Ok I giggled my way through this one. They adverise silent washing machines, vacuum cleaners, dishwashers and air conditioners, but when it comes to coffee makers, the noisier the better ! loved your poem Terry.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 10/27/2022 1:36:00 PM

as a coffee lover, i can relate to this poem, terry! i never heard of this machine, but i still enjoy the coffee i make in my old-fashioned percolator every morning...

Terry Ireland
Date: 10/27/2022 2:15:00 PM

This machine was owned by my German friends who live in the most beautiful Mosel Valley. You filled it full of beans and it ground them freshly for every cup. Visiting them was wonderful and the coffee just added to the experience. Like you I use a percolator and it’s just as good. Thanks ilene.