This is a poem about my boyfriend based on "Taylor the latte boy" which I love sung by Kristin Chenoweth.(You can get to the video on youtube by clicking the link from the title of this post). I wrote it simply to make him smile.
There's a boy who drinks at Starbucks
Who is very addicted,
He is very addicted, he’s in there every day.
He goes in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "The usual"
When he smiles and says, "The usual"
He gives his card to pay.
But today at 8:11
His Starbucks card needs topped up
His £100 card needs topped up
He tries not to swear.
So today at 8:11 when they gave him back his card.
He put his hand in pocket
And pulled out all that was there
He sorted through his change and picked out the correct amount...
He’s in there so often he really should get a permanent discount.
Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.
After picking up his latte
He leaves and goes to work
And he works and works and works
He does this every day
It’s not long before he needs a fix
Hazelnut latte, without delay
He heads off to find a Starbucks, he knows where every one is
He’s been in each many times, for his grande latte need
He goes in and makes his order, this time he makes it skinny
He grows a little impatient; this place isn’t up to speed
He’s glad when it is ready and makes his way to Gloria
He takes a sip of latte, and sinks into a state of euphoria.
Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.
I used to be the kind of girl who'd never drink a coffee,
But finally a voice whispered "That buzz can be yours, if you try it with some hazelnut, or toffee."
Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.
So many years my tastebuds waited,
Who’d have thought I’d love drinks so caffeinated?
Paul, the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.
Put on that happy face
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I walked slowly but purposely up that long wooded hill, the sun leaving
streaks of narrow light as if showing me the route to my final destination.
Peopl...
5 years ago
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