COFFEE SHOP POETRY
Paper sleeve
on paper cup(where "paper" is a somewhat
metaphorical term).
Holding four dollars' worth
of hot milk, sugar and
Earl Grey.
Four.
Flippin.
Dollars.
Double it, and I could get
a gallon of milk, a whole
package of tea, and a kilo
of sugar.
But no paper cups,
and not a single
paper
sleeve.
17/4/2012
Life, the Universe, and Poetry. I'm sure there's a lesson in here somewhere.
OUTRAGIOUS!!! But those paper cups taste so good....
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ReplyDeleteDrink coffee. Let them eat cake.
ReplyDeleteWell, the cakes were no great shakes today, so I skipped those.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. But... FOUR DOLLARS! Crazy!
ReplyDeleteYes, and that was even the small size cup. Usually I have a goodie with it, so I've always blamed the cost of my coffee shop snack on the price of the cake- but this time, it really hit home how expensive the silly drink itself is! And voila, poetry occurred. :)
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