Oh, woe is me! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder pregnant and hormonal
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lattes
While I nodded nearly napping (being tired from lack of caffeine). Suddenly there came a dripping
As if of someone gently brewing, brewing with my french press pot
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, brewing hot and steaming coffee.
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember is was a bleak October.
And each separate dying coffee ground wrought its caffeine upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the Cappuccino; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my travel mug of sorrow for the lost Caffeine -
For the bold and sweetened Americano whom the angels named Starbucks -
Caffeine free here for evermore.
Eagerly I wished the Cappuccino; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my travel mug of sorrow for the lost Caffeine -
For the bold and sweetened Americano whom the angels named Starbucks -
Caffeine free here for evermore.
-Anonymous Mommious
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