So I am at Stratford rail station this morning.
I am a bit hung over with all this Notting Hill Carnival Eggnog.
I want something to soothe my soul.
Gotta' have some Java palaver.
I am not having any of that Starbucks soup,
or any of their clan.
No way man.
So I went hunting. And I hunted for a while
Because People get hurt and die for the sake of Kosta Koffee.
I spied a cat in a Mafia kitchen hat.
I found my dude.
Mr Coffee, 'He's so frothy'.
It was very good espresso.
He gave me a card.
Said he'll stamp it every time,
I have his Mocha moonshine.
And once I reached twenty,
I'll get some free lingerie.
I looked at him as if he were a crazy.
He glared back like a blood brother.
'I am a man of my word' he says.
I pat him on the back and think of a young De Nero.
Now, I don't know why Mr Coffee, 'He's so frothy',
want's to give away free panties with his creamy latte's.
But I'll love him for it,
and so should you.
If you are down at Straford station.
In the morning.
Before the giants de-caffeine him.