COFFEE CHAINS...
Doctor Foster got mugged in a Costa in Gloucester,
by a barista imposter.
You're nobody's hero if you drink in a
Caffe Nero.
Drink in a Wimpy?
No, to put it simply...
I know I am a simple chap,
But is this country on a map?
Some South-American dictatorship?
The thought of which would make me sick.
Would you try Apostrophe?
Only to pop in for a pee.
Pret a Manger?
I'll remain to them a stranger.
How about a Burger King?
Only to learn why the caged birds sing...
Well how about... Ahem... the golden arches sign?
Only if resigned,
To be sued for stepping out of line,
A prospect which I must decline,
So with fingers crossed,
Behind my back,
I'll say their coffee's simply fine
In fact I'll say it is divine.
Behind my back,
I'll say their coffee's simply fine
In fact I'll say it is divine.
Meet you in a Starbucks?
Go and get f@@ked!
© Stephen Evans 2012
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