Sunday, April 11, 2010

Poem #11 - Iced Coffee

I buzzed into Starbucks
Like a little honey bee,
And ordered myself,
A tall iced coffee.

My order in an instant was prepared,
As if the barista really cared.
I grabbed it,
And took a sip of the iced coffee black,
"Mmh," I thought to myself,
"Some milk it needed for some extra knack."

Whole milk I poured a healthy dose,
A sip I took,
Aahh, I suddenly felt very verbose.

The End

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