(This is the one I pull out when I have a chance at actually winning a poetry slam. That has only happened once or twice, but it's the one I've read most often publicly. It's a fun one!)
In he walked in his cap and chinos.
This guy was a cool drink of water,
I mean real hot cup of joe.
He was my kind of guy—
organic, shade-grown and extra tall.
He had a skinny vanilla latte on his arm,
but her disposition wasn’t too sweet.
She had a sugar-free aftertaste,
if you know what I mean.
She was as bitter as over-steeped tea.
What was a guy like this doing with a drip like that.
She was iced to the core, a real frappucino.
I’d bet all my Starbucks
she was going to put a real tamper on things.
She was far from harmless
and I knew right away she had a grande scheme
to squeeze him dry.
Now I don’t mean to vente here,
but I know a femme fatale when I see one
and she had it in for him.
She was an iced latte with legs
and once she had what she wanted,
she would leave him with nothing but froth.
I went to the counter, the sly barista that I am
and in my best French roast accent
I said, “What can I get ya?”
I knew right away it was a mistake
“Can I get some ice water?
It’s pretty steamy out there today.”
“Sure,” I said. I moved like honey
to fill his “complimentary” cup with ice water.
I glanced half-n-half-heartedly at the empty tip jar.
“Any charge?” he asked.
I said… “It’s on the house.”
I percolated pathetically as they mocha’d to the door.
I was too pulled short to do anything about it.
Next time, I’ll expose her true syrup flavor.
I’ll knock box her around and even use a double shot
if that’s what it takes.
In the end, it’ll be him and me,
brewing a breakfast blend.
LOL, no winners in poetry, only partakers . But this was a fun one to write. I had an idea one day to try to write a poem using as many coffee-related words as possible. (I love coffee!) So I did some research and my first thought was the play on cappucino... the poem just developed from there. I love word play, and it just happened to work well in this piece. It's fun to read, all sultry like, like a (female) detective in a film noir movie...
Heehee! Clever and fun, the smooth-talkin style had me smiling the whole time! The balance between coffee based play and telling a story is perfect; each aspect shows the other off. I can tell the effect would be even more fun when performed aloud.
Gotta five it.Too cool for school TLhopkinson! What a clever play on words. Rounded the corners of poetry like a Bugatti Veyron SS. Your mind will offer aliens a wonderfully frustrating look at humans should you be abducted. Where does it come from? You can no doubt talk your way out of a sunburn. I found myself hugging my sides by the end thinking I'm a straight up double Espresso................
Stumbled upon this today.. I must say, I enjoyed reading this piece, just the smile I needed! Awesome :)
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