Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Lets Meet At the Coffee House

Let’s meet at the coffee house she said.
I do not drink that vile stuff, I replied to Aunt Ed.
They have other drinks too, juices and such.
I did not think I would like being there very much.

I was totally wrong; the coffee smells were amazing.
The scones and the muffins had gingerbread glazing.
It was a sweet place to be, lemon wafted in the air.
Shall we meet here next week? Asked my man Fred Astaire.

I was shocked to see him, I thought he was long gone.
But here he was not, serving me tea, while wearing a thong.
Oh, yes, I agreed. I love this coffee house now.
If I had not shown up, I would have not known it was a wow.

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