Unasked, unwantedly
And dulled the flavor.
Suddenly my tongue’s confused;
Having had one love and now another.
My buds are screaming to confess to bean,
This love affair with sugar cane.
I didn’t enjoy it; it was hell, I thought
Of you in ecstasy; I really did,
If only just a moment as I came
Saliva and embraced a mess
And residue so sweet to stick
Beyond my mouth.
Clever, man. Funny, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jack :) Was aiming for both.
ReplyDeleteThis is so witty! I love the wordplay especially. Great job!
ReplyDeleteJAJAJAJ really funny, i loveeeeeeeeeee coffeeeeeee!:)
ReplyDeleteOneee kiss Beeeen!!!:)(L)
Welcome, Punk Chopsticks. All work an no wordplay makes Ben a dull boy :p
ReplyDeleteHow do you take your coffee, Pitufina?
Lol I second that! Hello again =D
ReplyDeleteCan't drink it black. Sludge. Blech. But hell...torn between two addictions? Yeah. Been there, done that.
ReplyDeleteI like it black but it's hard on my stomach without cream. I detest any coffee with sugar though. Not completely sure if this poem thus represents any personal beliefs, I just kind of started writing.
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