The collected ‘wisdom’ of seven decades on this planet condensed into poetic form. Certainly not philosophy to live your life by…
I just want a coffee, preferably hot
In a big cup, and maybe with bubbles
I have no desire for a bloody great pot
Or a menu that causes me trouble
I am fine with espresso, and like cappuccino
I even know what is a shot
But brown walnut syrup and pinky bambinos?
What is the point of that lot?
I just want a coffee I can sit and sip
And I’d quite like a nice sticky bun
But I’ve stood in this queue
for an hour or two
And coffee is no longer fun