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February 17, 2017 / hbrowne4

Call That a Cup Of Coffee, Do Ya? by Bernadette O’Reilly


Call that a coffee, do ya?
Her voice resonated with indignation
The young lad behind the counter looked up
His face suffused with colour
What’s wrong with it?
You have to ask?
He looked at the woman’s cup bewildered
How long are you working here young man?
He wondered why she needed to know this?
Not long Madame
It shows, you’re no Barista.
The lad looked at the woman, his confusion apparent
A queue was beginning to form, panicking the lad asked
Will there be anything else?
Yes the woman stated, you can make me another coffee, this time
With a tree on top!




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