I used to frequent a now defunct coffee shop where one of the people who worked there was like the "Soup Nazi" especially when it came to decaf coffee. Apparently, decaf was a big problem, as when it changed ownership, they rarely h
ad it ready. There must have been more demand than they thought, because they're out of business.
Beautiful Betti (Bipolar Barista)
There are two sides to stories
And this has more than one
Occasionally hard to be around
But most times she was fun
Her life consists of lattes
Espresso and the like
But miss that medication
And it's Hitler and the Third Reich!
One day, preparing decaf
For a regular named Joe
We noticed that the service
Was just a tad bit slow
Betti snapped at customers
Prepared the drinks all wrong
Some made a guess "It's PMS!"
Or an ill-fitting thong
"Something's amiss with this coffee Miss
She's manically depressed!"
The biggest clue? She came unglued
And broke the coffee press
A sight to see so violently
She whipped a mango drink
And fruity parts strewn near and far
From front door to the sink
Just then, with cup, boyfriend shows up
Says "You forgot your pills!"
She takes a dose, prepares rich roast
And coffee cups, she fills
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