I love the Starbucks at my work. I just went there today and felt inspired to write this (remarkably cheesy) poem. Enjoy.
ODE TO STARBUCKS
I love the cold drinks, And I love the hots;
I especially love it, When you give me free shots.
I pay for a Grande, You give me a Venti;
You reward my loyalty, With caffeine a plenty.
Your ladies are lovely, They call me by my name;
I frequent other Bucks, But they’re just not the same.
So here’s to you, Starbucks, Thanks for making my day;
Even with your high prices, I’d have it no other way.