
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
You’ve done it again Keith. Love your work! And I’m so glad you love the Old Salt Coffee!
Well when it’s good that’s great but when it’s the best that’s better
Genius. I can picture it.