Coffee or chai, they ask. . . Why does a choice have to be made? Like it defines your personality, Like you can only love one. . . . . .Or can you only have one love?
Of course, there’s my dear coffee… With its caramelized smell That sweep me off my feet, And it’s oh so yummy taste, Which wakes me from my deepest slumber. Black coffee without sugar, For when I’m on a diet, Or looking for an extra push. Milk coffee with extra sugar, For when I need my comfy caffeine, To deal with the world, so tiring. And fun filled cold coffee, Always with some new twist, That’s my favorite chill pill! Oh! How I love coffee!
Or. . . is chai the one I love? She woos with with her aroma, As she grinds her cardamon with mortar and pestle, Like an enchantress building a love potion. Then she adds hot cinnamon and fresh ginger, A real spice of life! Throws in a medicinal bay leaf, like I’m sick And my only cure is her love. She mixes the magic of the tea leaves And smooths it out with white milk Finally, she sweetens her deception with sugar So, when I kiss the cup, I’m in eternal bliss And by the time I’ve drunk my fill I’m head-over heels in love.
I guess I should have known from the start, There’s many chambers in my heart, Some secured for coffee, And some for my dearest chai. They each have their own magic, To choose one. . .would be tragic!
Third time’s a charm! I’m happy to present my THIRD collaboration with Cassa Bassa from “Flicker of Thoughts!” This one is called “Popcorn Romance.” Have you ever been in a “Popcorn Romance?”
He likes me He really likes me He really really likes me! All clouds in the sky is everything wonderful in paradise His smile makes Zac Efron’s fake His eyes are a candy store I am lost in His humour is the centre of an amusement park His kisses melt on my lips like pink fairy floss He makes me feel like buttercups And butterflies dance in my stomach As I sip from his cup of cola I hope our saga never ends
Three months bubblegum romance Bursts forth a rich flavour artificial sugar induced decay Leaves exposed nerve toothache buttercups lead to a stomach ache Just like butterflies lead to indigestion Too much cola – I’m too wired to sleep And this tired saga needs a finale. . .
Our short lived romance is like popcorn Never lasts to the end of the movie before they’ve gone stale What I first craved is now just a headache And I’m ready to go home As I leave, I turn and give one last glance Hey, you never know when you’ll crave popcorn again
Click Here to check out my last collaboration, “Part Two of Single Lovers Explain Why They’re Single” with Yassy.