Australian Poems That Would Dazzle A Dingo

A CUP OF COFFEE All I wanted was a coffee at ten o'clock today, So I strolled into a coffee lounge that wasn't far away. "Could I have a cup of coffee?" I asked the waitress there, As I sat beside the window on an ageing, wooden chair. "Cup of coffee? Not a problem - and which would you prefer?" "Just a coffee, thank you kindly," was my reply to her. "We have a Cappucino, or Black, both long or short, Or Vienna, or a Latte, with milk of any sort. We have Decaf and Caro; we have plunger coffee, too, Or Flat White in a mug or cup; which will do for you?" This choice left me a mite confused, and so I softly said, "I think I've had a change of mind, I'll have some tea instead." "That's no trouble, sir, at all," and then I heard her say, "Orange Pekoe, Prince of Wales, or Earl or Lady Grey? We have both Irish Breakfast, and English Breakfast, too; And Jasmine and Darjeeling are both a tasty brew. We've also Lapsang Souchong, and then there's China Black, Or, perhaps, you're into herbal? We've many out the back." I thought I was confused before, but now this waitress girl Had given me such choices that my head was in a whirl! I went in for a coffee - but that's not what I bought: "Just bring a glass of water, thanks, and never mind what sort!"