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@i-david  Thanks!

The Critic

For her a pumpkin spice latte

For me a plain black coffee…

Well, hello, yourself.  What am I doing?  Well, I’m writing a poem.

See? It’s called “A Coffee Shop.”  That’s boring?  Well, why don’t you come up with a better–

Say that again?  Coffee doesn’t rhyme with latte?  Sure it does– it rhymes better than, say, prune juice, anyway.

All the flavurs of autumn…

What’s that?  I spelled flavor wrong?  It’s not supposed to have an u in it?  Well, of course it’s not supposed to have you in–  You meant the letter?  Well, the British spell it with an u.  With a what?  An o.  Oh, what?  An O, too?  Isn’t O2 oxygen?  What?  You’re confusing me.  No, I was doing just fine, thank you.  You’re distracting me.

Creamy, frothy, spicy latte…

What’s that?  It lacks meaning?  WHATDAYAMEAN IT LACKS MEANING!?!  It means I went to a coffee shop and ordered a pumpk– That’s meaningless?  Well, say, if you’re so smart, how about you write it yourself?  You’re too busy?

I wonder what you’re doing now, then…