Froth
by EE Winkler
It sits upon my coffee cup
I take a sip and drink it up
It leaves a little white mustache
But with one lick of my lips it does not last
It dances like a foamy white flower
But still it barely last one hour
Until it slowly fades away
Drifting to the bottom of the mug today
“Until the next cappuccino when we meet again
Goodbye Froth my tasty little friend.”
You compliment a good cup of coffee so
I really do hate to see you go
But I bid you a found farewell
Until tomorrow your story I will tell.
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