Perfectly roasted beans all ground up,
Brewed quite properly with love and such,
In a little white Christmas Starbucks mug,
Feels to me every morning like a big bear hug.
A hug from an expert, of course, not someone on the street
Maybe we were waiting for lattes and we'd accidentally meet
"My beverage must include Grade A ingredients," you'd say,
"They should know this, I come here every day!"
"Don't worry new friend," I say, in attempt to comfort
"Just ask them when you order, that can't hurt."
"Of course, how silly and shortsighted I've been!
You know, I could see you as my friend."
"Yes!" I exclaim, so excited by the thought
of whiling away hours with clever coffee talk.
So we sat at the table with our hot drinks in tow,
And even hours from then, I still wouldn't know
Really how funny and kind you would be.
Thus, a well-brewed friendship begins with you and me!
