"I'LL HAVE A DOUBLE SHOT..."

ABSOLUTELY do I love caffeine

with which to toast the morning sun

and after that, earth's moonlit scene.

How might anyone not

enjoy a double shot

of espresso

gushing through

body-tubes?

Oh! Excitement

come to me...

that I may view, in new light

a new you, beauteous sight!

Though I be 'drunk' 

on the drug

black bean

caffeine,

in fat round 

Starbucks mug

it's seen

as my elixir...

as my fixer.

Three days ago I stopped at a market, to save Prayer Girl a trip, and because we only needed one item...four little 7-oz cans of Starbucks “Double Shot” Espresso. 

(Really good when mixed with few ounces of regular coffee!)

Those little cans of goodness looked so cute, I bought a full, heavy case of the stuff, could hardly carry it out to my scooter. I realized—yep, suddenly!--that in NO WAY would a case that large fit in my bike trunk. So I called Anna to come and pick up the 

half ton of 'liquid gold'.

We both re-learned a lesson, first-learned long ago: never send an alcoholic for ONE of anything. Invariably, he will return, toting FIFTY. That lesson also pertains to HERSHEY BARS, Ice Cream, pie(s), shirts, shoes, socks, sunglasses, gloves, writing pens, paint, wood, nuts-and-bolts, tools, cookies, etc., etc.--OBOY!

And of course, 4 small cans of DOUBLE-SHOT Espresso!

--steveroni