Love Sonnets and Coffee

*stir, stir, stir* *sip*

Hello, coffee.

Hi.

How are you?

I’m feeling a little light.

Hey, you don’t have a French accent today. You sound kind of…midwestern.

No more French Roast. I’m the store brand.

Oh. *sip* Did you know that today is the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s baptism?

No.

Do you care?

No.

I’m surprised we get along so well. *sip* Oh, now I remember why.

silence

I don’t suppose you would consider reading me a Shakespearean sonnet?

silence

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Coffee Talks

Hi.

Hey.

Mind if I sit here?

Go ahead.

*silence*

So, um, can I ask you what you’re doing in my blog?

Sure.

*silence*

Soooo, what are you doing in my blog?

Sitting.

I can see that. Who are you anyway?

I’m Coffee. Duh.

Coffee?

Yeah.

Well, what in the heck are you doing sitting in my blog?

Waiting.

Waiting? For what?

A poem. A word. Something.

You want me to–

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An Ode to Coffee

Today I would like to present an Ode to Coffee. This is an expanded version of original works appearing on my Facebook page. Feel free to borrow and/or set to music.

uh..hmm…

An Ode to Coffee

By Betsy Horvath

 

O Coffee, O Coffee
My fav-or-ite drink.
You help me to wake,
You help me to think.

You help keep me sane.
Of cups, I have seven,
‘Cause one sip of you,
And I am in heaven.

O Coffee, O Coffee,
My fav-or-ite brew,
I know that I’ll never
Be quit of YEW!

Thank you.

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