I never liked the taste of coffee. I always thought it was bitter. The funny thing is that on the few occasions I tried coffee flavored ice cream, I found it delicious. I considered trying one of those fancy coffee drinks at Starbucks or some other such location but didn’t want to spend a lot of money for something I wouldn’t enjoy. I love the smell of coffee, though, and some of the flavors such as Swiss mocha or French vanilla sound heavenly.
My brother in Florida loves coffee and can’t live without it. Recently, he told me he started one of those twenty-eight day diets where you give up everything: pasta, bread, alcohol, even coffee. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he still drinks it. This turn of events inspired me to write the following acrostic poem in which each consecutive line spells the word “coffee.” I can’t blame people for not wanting to give this up. I feel the same way about Dr. Pepper, and if I don’t have my mid or late afternoon can, I’m not worth much for the rest of the day.
Chained to a cup of aromatic but bitter brew,
old and young men and women live
for that morning pick-me-up,
freshly roasted, harvested from beans.
Even in Florida, naked, inebriated, they find
energy in coffee but not for me.
Do you drink coffee? Would you give it up, even if it was for just twenty-eight days?