Suppose I would swim across the Atlantic <br />and tiger my way through Virginia's antics, <br />West-Virginia and Ohio's romantics <br />I will pass <br />with a glass <br />on my head, <br />without a stop <br />or spilling a drop, <br />keeping a fresh tulip between my teeth, <br />like a broken sword in a silken sheath. <br />Could that earn me an invitation <br />to, say, a cappucino in elation <br />and maybe throw a few towels in <br />you pretty little persian Djinn. <br /> <br />You're so silly, dear! <br />And the coffee here? <br />Anything to speak of it isn't. <br />I drink a beaker of instant <br />every morning instead of tea. <br />So that should tell <br />you something, well, <br />how much I know about coffee! <br />I hope you are having a really good week. <br />Thanks for poems and songs you crazy geek!<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakfast-conversation/
