19 September 2012
I wish I didn’t crave it, quite so very much. I wish I didn’t need it in the morning as a crutch.
But coffee (no Lee, not tea!), is MY order of the day, you see, a tea is very lovely, but, well how can I portray....?
It’s got to have a sugar (or two, no bitter coffee, please!). And plenty of warm milk, to put me at my ease.
It wakes up all my senses, but I have to say, not nicely.... For if I drink too much of it, I run around quite blindly!
A little one at weekends (two days or perhaps three), is all I really should intake, or else I feel ‘the quease’....
But lately I’m a one-a-day (or sometimes perhaps two). All the week long and weekends, and I’m starting to feel like poo!
However, I still love it, and drink it up, I will. It’s better than taking drugs or drinking blind until I’m ill!
I’m too old now for all that gaff and two young boys to boot! They need my energy on HIGH, or else life won’t compute.
So as I sit here sipping, frothed milk on coffee slurped up in a flash, I’ll gladly sport my yummy, scrummy, coffee-made moustache!
Coffee • Opuss № I