This poem was written on May 19, 1996 by Richard Troy
oh, cappuccino, warm and wet
I have to taste your flavors yet
with foam piled high
and a cinnamon dash topping
you make me sigh -
I'll drink without stopping!
oh, your pleasures sweet
have yet my lips to meet
...but as I wrote these lines of prose
the dripping noise of my DiLonghi froze!
I went to see what was the matter
and all I found was a few drops of spatter
for it seemed to have a clogged screen
a flaw my drowsiness had left unseen
and now I sit and pout
that I couldn't get the magic elixir out!
my mornings now sad beyond belief
how will I ever overcome my grief?