Sweet little Chai Latte
Started a huge catastrophe:
Through no fault of her own.
That man over there,
Was bouncing off the wall.
The lady in the corner,
Stripped off: bared all.
The lad outside
Was in the loo for hours.
The kids were as high as a kite
Blasting out holy coffee praise.
The women next to me,
Took one sip and pushed
the cup away in disgust.
"I don't understand
What the fuss is about.
They call this a Chai Latte:
What a load of crappé!"
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Drinking Poetry
PoetryBeat your thirst for poetry with fifty poems dedicated to various types of tea and coffee with some alcoholic drinks. Cover designed by @Matthaios_07
