I wake up in the morning craving a brew.
I look at the menu, could this be true?
I hop in my car, forgetting my shoes.
I said "Wait, there's a new cold brew".
I pull up at the drive through
and roll down my window.
I say "Hey! Could I get the new brew?"
I took one sip and gave him a tip
this new taste will never leave my lip.
Get the new brew, or who knows who,
what will happen to their next cold brew.
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Tims Cold Brew
PoetryThis is a poem that I have made with another amazing creator. this poem is by Anushka and Anusha Daffodils.