“It’s not my cup of tea”,

or so the saying goes;

but I’m more a coffee drinker,

so I’d like to change the prose.


“It’s not my cup of Joe”,

“not my preferred blend”;

“not a strong enough espresso”,

“not quite my style of beverage-es”.


“Is three too many sugars?”,

“do you want cream or milk with that?”;

“how many flavours would you like”,

“can I just take my coffee black?”.


“I don’t think that is best”,

“is it made from scratch or percolated?”;

I wanted double strength,

but all I got was decaffeinated.


Please give me a sip of that,

heaven in a cup;

and whether it is or white or black,

I can never get enough.


“That’s not my pill of Vicodin”,

“that’s not what I’m prescribed”;

“that’s not quite what I’m used to”,

“that’s not enough, to get me high”.


The last one was just for kicks,

as I’ve never taken those;

I’m quite content to live without,

a single dose.


High on life,

and caffeine.


Riki.