Cheeky Missy

Have Yerself a Cuppa, If You Will

Well on National Coffee Day, these are literally the first lines which came to mind...

I Never Could Say That I Knew

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCXCII)

Was\'t tea, or Pres\'dent\'s Brie? steam\'s exhale

Long cherished in ascent \'non rises thence

Unseen, th\'indulgence in the cooling sense

Of morning now a question--which detail?

Come, rosy lea is that recure t\'avail,

Brewed fresh, or chilled and mingled for intents

With lemon til whatever ailment hence,

Eclipsed by tea, feigns t\'would own waltzing bail.

And coffee? Nash\'nal Coffee Day\'s in tour

Upon us and I failed to prime is\'t? to

Effect the La Pavoni. Th\'espressos poor

With nary wisp of steam, oh what\'d I do?!

Let Barry\'s be a happy mem\'ry. Stir

Solutions as the French press swears it knew.

29Sep24a

That seeming insufficient for National Coffee Day, begin again...

On National Coffee Day...

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCXCIII)

Mum never did like coffee, drinking thence

Cuz it was \"cool\" in college to derail

Yer childhood sleeping habits, and avail

New night owl forays with caffeine\'s defense;

But she ne\'er liked the black stuff. Daddy\'s sense

Of coffee was artistic, aught detail

More a discov\'y, as he said t\'was bail

For thinking, NOT medicine to quaff. Whence?

I grabbed Main\'s Treas\'ry, to sit down in tour

And mull oer joe these stanzas I ne\'er knew

To be more than pure gibb\'rish. Was that poor?

Since then I\'ve found my niche. Espressos to

French press or Moka pot, whilst I bestir

Reflection, I prefer black tea. And you?

29Sep24b