I had this weird dream about a girl who worked at Starbucks. This is not the dream…a little exaggeration added, but I wanted to write something on the same lines.
She worked at Starbucks down on Tennessee,
Often served me Mocha, the Peruvian princess.
She fawned me the second time we met,
Hypnotized by her limpid smile, I would often digress.
She considered me a jokester first and a then friend,
Even her staid time gave up on our toothsome talks.
She laughed on as we could hear the titter tightening,
Natty we were, raphsodical those times at King uncle’s docks.
An arduous effort, a carping remark,
A firm vow, a crotchety act.
An uncordial rife of tremors, deserted and dilapidated,
A shrieking refute, little too edgy, much too daft.
We stood tall but we ran thin.
We smiled wide but we hugged ostensibly.
We swam soppy but we played sordid.
We sang rhyming but we danced mildly.
I thought we had hit the dead end,
Even the furbelow whispered that it couldn’t trim more.
Caviler in empty caves, baiter equipped with a regular banter,
Shirking out with her debonair presence, out came the vigorous roar.
What happened next can be ‘filled in the blanks’, but just like former United assistant manager, Jimmy Murphy after the Munich-air-crash – when Manchester United Football Club was on the brink of being shut down – said, “How we are in the future will be founded on how we behave today.” Murphy picked United up from rags and made us stand up as a club that is now the biggest and the most valued sports franchise in the world. As for this story…it all can be filled in the blanks J