With apologies to the Bard.
Shall I compare thee to a regular coffee?
Thou art more lovely and more intense:
My tongue dost find other lattes too bland,
And as for the frappé, I sitteth on the fence:
Sometime too hot the capuccino can be,
And oft’ is his foamy top too large;
And every Americano, although heavenly, is the same,
The element of surprise gone, the pleasure thus marred:
But thy unique flavour shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that buzz thou owest;
Nor shall Espresso brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in caffeine thou satisfiest and in taste thou growest:
So long as the mouth can taste, or the nose can smell,
So long thou art above all coffees, and pleaseth me well.
Filed under: Christmas, Shakespeare, Starbucks, coffee, heaven, sonnet
Sounds like you are feeling a little better.
Enjoy the coffee.
Did you remake that poem all by yourself?!?
Jeez, if I worked for a coffee company I’d hire you.
I rewrote it last night, while awake with fever-related insomnia. You can expect the next few posts to be equally random and obscure, as I really have no recollection of writing them.
how u feeling now? just dont get the iner ear crap that i suffered this time last year……..whoa that sucked big time! it can come back as well so i look forward to it!!
be well
Much better thanks! I must have slept for about 16 hours. Still a little woozy but He Who Brings The Coffee brought me another Gingerbread Latte this morning. I find Coffee Helps.
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