(We have one in Selby although I patronise other cafes in preference)
There’s no more boring chore in life
Than to wait behind your wife
While she’s looking for a handbag or a dress
Our Gert had thought I’d lost her
But I’d slipped away to Costa
For a coffee while she shopped at M & S.
Since they use a stronger bean
Their Flat White always seems
A tasty and invigorating brew
To be sure to get a seat
To enjoy this leisured treat
Claim your table with your coat – then join the queue.
As an ugly lifelong fattie
I’ll select a skinny latte
But others may prefer a richer blend
Their smooth and mellow mocha
Is, for sure, no beta-blocker
(Though Costa Coffee would, no doubt, contend).
Their standard cappachino
Goes down sweeter than a vino
And, of course, you’re more than fit to drive your car
The range of choices mean
One option’s decaffein
Or different, yet again, a cup of char.
You can take your morning brunch in
Or watch the ladies lunching
(I reckon that I’m far too old to flirt!)
Here comes another crop in
Breaking from their shopping
- Ooh! Bloody Hell! It’s time I found Our Gert.