A small desire
(coffee, maybe pastry)
A Herculean labor.
A drama worthy of greatness,
And I, jet-lagged, ordinary at best,
Yet, it arrives:
Mousse au chocolat
Je n’sais quoi
A small, unassuming demi-tasse,
Ordnance as yet
Ooh, this poem, like all European flavours, cannot be faked. Lucky guy, enjoy!
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