Monday, January 21, 2013

A Song of Subjective Morality

O, sweet is the smell of the smoking brew
That wakes me up and warms me too!
A goon is he that doth not think
That Coffee Hot is a noble drink.

O, fair are the rising wisps of steam
From a mug piled high with white whipped cream!
Though some hate Cocoa horribly,
It's Hot, and that's enough for me.

Mr. Wooster liked his cup
With strong brown bitter Tea filled up.
I can't dissent, O surely not,
As long as it is piping Hot.

When winter evenings bring their chill,
With giddy joy my cup I fill:
Ask what's in it, I won't say,
But it speeds the winter right away.

O, water cold we may pour at need
Down a thirsty throat, and be glad indeed;
But best to warm the heart, I think,
Is always something hot to drink.

2 comments:

  1. SO AWESOME. Though I only caught Tolkien, Chesterton, and Wodehouse. Who am I missing? (Don't tell me where the references are, just what ones are left.)

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