Today I got a chill in the cafeteria,
A tiny breeze deep from Siberia,
Swooshed fast by and blew in my ear,
It was my basest, oldest fear:
A sweet roll ghost just booing away,
It had come around to haunt my day.
At eye level just sweetly levitating,
Eye to sugar chunk, me hesitating,
I don’t dare to make one move,
(If I danced the situation might improve)
I listen to the sweet roll’s ghastly wail,
Listen to the words and I know its tale:
“CoOoOOOoooffeeee is what I want to taste,
Dunk me in it, don’t just baste.
CooOOoOOoffeeeeee, I have never seen,
Grant my wish, show me caffeine!”
I buy a cup and put it on the table,
“Double ghostpresso” is written on the label.
The small sweet form just dives on under,
I hear a yell that’s filled with wonder:
“It’s quite warm, thank your soooOOooOOoul.”
I drink it up and it warms my whole.