Ode to a Starbucks Iced White Chocolate Latte

all hail sweet caffeine,
true nectar of the gods;
at once enter my bloodstream
before i break down in sobs.

soothe the blood vessels that pulse
so wildly in my head;
ease my sinus pressure, or else
they'll count me soon as dead.

oh wondrous drink, oh precious surge
as new strength floods my brain;
i only wish this wondrous splurge
didn't cause shakes like a freight train.

The poem was brought to you by the letter "P," Starbucks, and RhymeZone.com. They offer their sincerest apologies for the poor quality of this verse, and place all blame on the blogger's BA in English.

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