Except Her Coffee

 

Every now and then

A cutie comes by,

You know, a gal

Well past her twenties

Hotter than a heat

Wave sun,

Full of fun,

Around the block

Enough times not

To take herself and things

Too seriously,

Except her coffee,

Screw it up

And in a flick of a Bic

Moment she’s gone.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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