(80) May 14, 2010: Folgers Forever

FOLGERS FOREVER

A coffee cart somehow came loose
And started rolling down the street.
The guy in charge, Barista Bruce,
His latte loving Marguerite

All French and kissing him hello,
Was unaware until he heard
The homeless cowboy yelling, “Whoa!”
And saw the cart just crossing Third.

He left that latte loving mouth
And dashed down Main in tragic haste,
While overhead and flying south
A flock of geese no time to waste

Descended on that coffee cart
And lifted it with honks of glee
Like some surreal performance art
Ignoring Bruce’s frenzied plea,

“Come back you geese! That’s all I own!
That’s all I have for Marguerite!”
Just then he felt his mobile phone,
It was a tender touching tweet

From his true love just two blocks back.
Her text went, “Darling, don’t you fret,
For kissing French, you’ve got the knack,
There’s always money we can get.

But what we’ve got cannot be bought.”
The second tweet, “I’ll marry you,
If you’ll just bring a coffee pot;
I’ve got some Folgers we can brew.”

D. Edgar Lamp

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