A guy named Dave didn’t have any friends.
He was just too sluggish and slow.
But he’s perky now, and demand never ends
for the man who drinks the joe.
Peter couldn’t get himself off to work--
he dragged more than cooling lava.
Now the daily grind is nothing to shirk
since he started sipping java.
Tony was afraid he was far too anal;
everything had to be molto fino.
Now he’s become regular (but not banal)
with his morning cappuccino.
Mad used to sag from the momma routine:
she was all worn out by two.
By two-thirty she’d gotten it through her bean
all she needed was Turkish brew.
Ange lost her pizzazz and so of course
her husband could be no sadder.
She was starting to fear it was grounds for divorce
till they milked the fruit of the madder.
Larry told his friend Juan he was feeling depressed,
that his life was as blah as posole.
But his boredom was banished as soon as espressed
when Juan taught him to just yell out “Au Lait.”
The meaning of life can be drawn from all this
and I hope you have learned it today.
The juice coming down from the mountain is:
Thou shalt drink thy daily cafe.