with siren song,
I succumb to her magic
(It’s quite tragic)
Smells draw
me in
Caffeine’s my sin.
I go there daily,
she squeals gaily:
Caffeine’s my sin.
I go there daily,
she squeals gaily:
“Welcome to
Starbucks!”
MOV
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trifecta writing challenge/ an unusual beast in 33 words
ooh, I can smell the beast too :) Enticing are those crushed beans, the brand new cup with frothing deliciousness, and encompassing it all the sign on the road. It sure takes you in.
ReplyDeleteSuch acute poem-love your take MOV:-)
ReplyDeleteCoffee is no beast! It's an angel! :))) Nice write!
ReplyDeleteI go to bed each night dreaming of the next morning's coffee.
ReplyDelete"Caffeine's my sin."
I want that on a tee shirt!
The most delicious beast in town.
ReplyDeleteA siren song, to be sure.
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