To de caf or not -
that is the acid question
Categories:
caf, drink,
Form: Monoku
In Sandy on a Sund’y
Can’t even buy a pie
The High Street is a ghost town
From some Kafkaesque sci-fi.
Not a single caf is open
No point in asking ‘Why?’
So I’ll just go down
To the Rose and Crown
And give their roast a try.
The film set has now altered
To a Sergio Leone
The barman with the hang-dog look
Is sitting all alone.
I enquire after Sunday Lunch
His reply comes Brummily spoken.
‘No food today,
I’m afraid to say.
The chef’s right arm is broken.’
So homeward I trudge
To a can of stodge
That I’d been keeping handy
And I curse the day
I decided to stay
In this Sabbath-subserving Sandy.
Categories:
caf, humor,
Form: Rhyme
- First Cup
Brew, Plunge, Percolate,
Morning ritual observed...
Elixir of life.
- Single-Shot
Caf, Half-Caf, De-Caf,
Espresso, mocha, latte...
Steamed milk, not too hot.
- Americano
Tall, Grande, Venti,
Served up with whipped cream on top...
Large drip coffee, please.
- Last Drop
Naked Baristas,
Delight drive-thru customers...
Don't forget to tip.
.....Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter
Categories:
caf, food
Form: Haiku