Jul 7, 2017
O, Coffee, how we love you And were sad to see you treated so On the isle of Great Britain Reduced to brownish sludge And disgracefully watered down By the ‘espresso’ machine in Lenton Hall. We rose early to march to Starbucks Dedicated to finding an iteration tolerable To our tastes, to your grace In order to preserve our energy Through jet-lagged classes on boundary clauses And attempting to understand Beowulf. We stopped to smell your glory At every proper coffee shop And melted with delight at P&P, You there revived us after a night out. A hug in a cup, a liquid of strength, You’ve kept us going despite fatigue. To have tasted many a failed brew In this great place we call England It was comforting to find mediocrity In a small hotel in Montgomery, Wales And in earnest, we each drank three The coffee was still bland and weak. Alas, we found good coffee in a small town, A town called Clun, with a single pub And a fancy coffee machine and barista. We drank a large cup of that strong, reviving juice Blissfully engaged in appreciating your flavor, Waiting patiently for the caffeine to hit, o Coffee. At Cambridge University, all is elite. Take your pick, stroll through the city, Near King’s College or the Fitzwilliam You are sure to find a cup of joe That will perk you up and make you glow. Good coffee there; 10/10 would recommend. Beware of crappy coffee in the U.K. And always treasure a proper brew, And beware your bladder, too, but Coffee, o Coffee, we really do love you.