Tis Nash'nal Coffee Day, and I've t'avail Had one sip of home brewed, with two cups hence Old Starbucks for the thought and aught good sense, Tea what e'er wakens me, joe that detail Late culling yawns, til I kin see to scale Why some imbibe whole pots of coffee, thence Free yet to sleep, whilst tea, sans piquant scents Per se, works to keep us awake...sans bail? Give all a rest and go in search as twere Of one old poem, to find an invite to Partic'pate in a "fusion" poem which fer All that my lines conclude. What did I do?! Or, how was that?! Be restless sans a cure For coffee's kicking, and LORD, save me too!
29Sep25a
Don't you dare tell Starbucks! [You DO know they toss your order after 58 minutes? They'll recraft it, but they'll not save it longer than an hour.]