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Tim Hortons Coffee Cup ~ a Poem
Don’t spell out trouble
A day is happy
With a Tim Hortons coffee.
I walked past two lovers
Their chuckles seemed forever
Wouldn’t have Tom Jones shake
For snobbing his special steak?
They stayed outside, shared a tall Timmy
Rather than a glass of Bacardi.
Then into the bustling market place
The summer sweat made my heart race
In my hand, a cold, large bubble tea
“No coffee for me.” I said no to Timmy.
I passed a big Asian store
And went back to check for more.
A woman pulls her buggy and frown
In the old streets of Chinatown
I followed her inside
And vendors greeted her pride
Is it coffee today, Mrs. Lee?
She winked, “T’day, Canadian Tim. T’molow, Chinese tea.”
Sip, sip, “umm rè kā fēi,” she said
“Wake up, smell coffee. Dlink coffee instead.”
“Ev’lyday, you see, I dlink boling tea.”
“Tim Holton t’day fol me.”
But you see, Mrs. Lee,
Do not leave Mr. Tim by the green veggie.
There goes hottie Tim again
On a shelf no one can explain
Can’t be full; must be empty
Some dude’s brain gone rusty
Tim stood tall and ain’t shy
Friendly, familiar, you know why.
Why leave poor Timmy
Amongst boxes of gummy?
Is it to make others smile
Spotting Timmy along the aisle?
Tim Hortons like it for sure
A name you can assure.
And there goes Tim Hortons
In the park with some morons
Blue bin, green bin, you fool
Timmy hidin’ between rocks ain’t cool.
Big Tim loved hockey and recycling too
It would just be nice if you do.
At the Square, a Lady did care
Nathan Phillips met Tim Hortons there
The famous plaza and the cup
Dated Tim with the birds for a stop.
Soon left and she beckoned
Was she going for a second?
But Lady, gulls don’t drink coffee
Caffeine drug makes flyin’ ain’t free
Though Timmy makes a friend
Spare them a doughnut blend
Is just for you and me.
Three elves played wishin’ well
On a Tim Hortons cup they dwell
Threw in stardusts for doughnuts three
Then, wished three more times for coffee
C’mon elves, win it for me
A silver car and a ride for FREE!
On cold winter day, I visited a thrift store
Friendly Timmy was there once more
Shapely vases flirted at Tim
One whispered, “Hey Tim, where do I begin?”
Handsome cup, but it’s not for me
Oh Timmy, you’re everywhere I see!
© Marites Mabugat 03.05.2013, "Tim Hortons Coffee Cup", a Poem