“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.
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