Caffiola It welcomes me with a foamy smile Sitting on the table in red so bright It's milk so rich;it flows so thick Through all the coffee beans Simmering,fuming deliciously hot It's more welcome than a grumpy tea pot On a chilly morn my soul so worn It's aroma is a nasal treat Washing down last night's jamboree It may be hot or it maybe cold But it's always a friend so old You'll welcome him in arms you'll fold One gulp it is is all you need It's warmth would creep up those wobbly knees Unbuckle,unwind with a mighty whine You'll dance to a rickety rhyme It's got variants dozens by the score Naming them all would be such a bore Now for a piece of a quarter dime Let us shift this meandering rhyme To the old and lovely Mrs.Pyne Who lives on Broadway the Thirty Ninth A conjured name out of my mind For our lovely little Mrs.Pyne Has a mottled secret up her spine Yes, it's crusty like a folding chair My heart goes out for her in despair But the most we can do is sip our coffee(s) and introduce the doctor from Milwaukee "And how are you today Mrs.Pyne?" "Except for the back i have been quite fine" "Oh don't you worry there is no hurry for i have brewed something divine" Now brew is a word quite wrong to use Some other time we'll sit and muse--- Alas ! my friends very rudely indeed have i had to interrupt This happily celebrated joyous conduct For already i see on the (mug's) floor The last dregs of a coffee no more Imminent must then come the end of this story(three parts nonsense) So let us leave Mrs.Pyne(with the backache) and the doc(from Milwaukee) And if you run out of options Or simply out of haste Then there is always the gleaming and ugly -tea to your bad taste ! |