Ode to Coffee



Oh, how I love my coffee, it’s such a treat
It makes me tingle from my head to my feet,
Flavoured coffee just makes my day
Hazelnut is a fave, what can I say?

Percolator, Keurig, French Press, or Drip?
Or how about a Starbucks trip?
Starbucks is my favourite spot
I like to go there quite a lot,

None of that Tim Horton’s Crap will do
I’m a Starbucks lover through and through,
A tall bold hazelnut will do the trick
I like to guzzle it down real quick,

The Baristas know me, it’s my favourite haunt
Before I even order, they know what I want,
I sit there and write my latest tale
Sipping my coffee and checking e-mail,

Won’t you join me at Starbucks for a cup or two?
I’ll be saving a table just for you!

Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 1, 2014 at 2:24 PM

    You are a woman after my own heart, Cat - I can't stomach Tim Hortons "coffee"! My husband just doesn't get why I prefer Starbucks - to each their own, I suppose!

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:44 AM

      Too bad we weren't closer so we could meet at Starbucks for a cuppa and a visit, eh, Laurel? Some day!

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  2. bookwormOctober 1, 2014 at 6:53 PM

    Many coffee lovers I know won't touch coffee brewed by a Keurig, but I love that machine. My husband drinks coffees called "Jet Fuel', "Double Black Diamond" and the like. I, on the other hand, drink brews he considers dishwater. With the Keurig, we both get what we want. Used to go to Starbucks but no more with my Keurig. You are so right, each to their own! Alana

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:47 AM

      That's funny about your husband's jet fuel. I love my Keurig too but do find the little cups so expensive so only indulge occasionally. Coffee sure is a personal thing, isn't it?

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  3. UnknownOctober 1, 2014 at 7:42 PM

    I'm a coffee lover....
    I consider my coffee time as meditation...coz that is my own time ....just for me!
    loved reading it.....

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:49 AM

      I agree, Sheela. Don't get between me and my coffee time ! Thanks for stopping by.

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  4. NabanitaOctober 1, 2014 at 10:46 PM

    I don't like coffee or tea so much...for me its water :)
    you have written some great lines

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:55 AM

      Good you like water as it's a healthier choice. I have to force myself to drink more water.

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  5. Michelle LiewOctober 2, 2014 at 2:31 AM

    Well now *shaking hands* meet another Starbucks lover!

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:57 AM

      Too bad we weren't closer to meet for a coffee, Michelle.

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  6. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 3:20 AM

    Absolutely yes- would love to hang out with you at Starbucks, Cat! Great ode to your coffee --- almost make me tempted- and I am really more of a tea-person... So there you see - greatly written, dear:-)

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    1. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 4:11 AM

      I see they have tea at Starbucks, too, Eli. I'll see you there! ;)

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  7. AnonymousOctober 2, 2014 at 4:13 AM

    I love the size of that cup. I can never understand espresso shots. I need a really big mug to do justice to my favourite brew. :)
    I'm not really a Starbucks fan but my current addiction is the Nespresso machine.

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  8. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 4:21 AM

    I've always wondered about the Nespresso and what that's all about. I saw they even had their own big fancy store. I agree. A big mug is best. None of that small espresso stuff.

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  9. Shilpa GargOctober 2, 2014 at 4:48 AM

    Simply love the way you weave your poems, Cathy. Too good. I am not much of a coffee fan but would love to join you at Starbucks for a cup or two :)

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  10. UnknownOctober 2, 2014 at 5:08 AM

    I've always wondered about the Nespresso and what that's all about. I saw they even had their own big fancy store. I agree. A big mug is best. None of that small espresso stuff.

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  11. UnknownOctober 3, 2014 at 10:44 AM

    Even though I have never developed a taste for coffee I sure admire your passion for it!

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  12. ChocolattezOctober 3, 2014 at 2:55 PM

    wonderful poem about a heavenly brew!!!

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