(I had to add this one in. It just was so fitting.)
On this humid icky day
after dragging myself from my bed,
groggy and sticky, I found myself
drawn to your goodness.
I considered putting you in a mug,
but it didn't seem right.
So over the ice you went,
tumbling and crackling.
Then a dash of York peppermint creme
to top off your deliciousness.
Just a touch, just enough
to turn your color a chilly tan.
When I brought you to my lips,
oh the wonders, oh the dreams.
You were perfect, my companion
to my work desk, my friend.
That swirl of hazelnut fudge
touched off with a taste of mint
and so chilly on this hot day,
You are perfect.
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