The things we do……..

Because of affliction, or maybe addiction

This week I was in such a bind

My grinder was bare, no beans I found there

And no beans in the bag could I find

 

A bag from the mall, tasted no good at all

Now my nerves were becoming a jangle

For t’was coming quite clear, to control my worst fear

This problem I’d need to untangle

I could only trek North, Noosa River of course

Where I’d find what would help my mind rest

Having tried out the others, I had quickly discovered

The Old Salty bean is the best.

 

So t’was with this in mind I pushed on up the line

The car parks  all full to the brim,

But fate on this day saw a car move away

And into this space I slipped in.

 

On crossing the street I needs be swift and fleet

Cars putting my nerves to the test

But I bravely pushed thru Old Salt was in view

And at last, saw the end of my quest

 

Now with cup in hand, and small talk by the stand

My nerves quickly coming to rest

I sampled each bean, that produces caffeine

And have come to conclude that  Old Salt reigns supreme