Flavia, I cannot see what lies between your plastic trappings,
Nor what constitutes the “foam” in your cappuccino wrappings.
Your plentiful selection is oft too much for me to bear,
Although I always end up choosing “Columbia Roast” with care.
Your “Choco” does the job when I want something sweet,
But I don’t want to waste calories on something to eat.
You are there for me as a pretty deece last resort,
Even though it is with Illy that I prefer to cohort,
Even though you never fill the cup to its full range,
Please Flavia, don’t you ever, ever change.
Flavia, how I love you so,
Never, ever gonna let you go.
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