Limericks With Luke
Hello, Java Junkies! It is yours truly, Lucas Markus Papilius, back with another Coffee with Keri takeover. If you do not know who I am (or if you are new to this fantastic blog), I am Luke, AKA, Keri’s husband. I am the sole web designer for the Coffee with Keri company and I have total control to do whatever I want on this site. Well… that’s basically what Keri told me before I wrote this.
Anyway, if you were to ask Keri about me, she would probably say something like:
“Luke is the most perfect husband. He cooks, he cleans, he never leaves his dirty laundry on the floor in the corner of our room, and always smells nice.”
Or something like...
“Luke is so brave! He once single-handedly saved a whole pod of baby blue whales from an oil spill off the coast of Antarctica.”
As much as I know she could sing my praises all day and night, there is one thing that I know she never brings up in conversation. It is considered a true travesty in the Coffee with Keri household. Maybe Keri just can’t bring herself to accept that this is something she will have to deal with for the rest of her life, or maybe she is just ashamed to bring it up.
I am here today to expose my one fatal flaw, my Achilles Heel, the only reason this blog is not named Coffee with Luke and Keri.
I DO NOT LIKE COFFEE 😱
Whoa, plot twist!
Sorry but not sorry. I do not like the taste and as much as Keri tries to turn me over to the dark (roast) side, I just can't drink it.
In reality, this is a completely okay thing! If two people as opposite as me and Keri can live together, then there is a God and there is truly hope in this messed-up, wonky world. Also, just because I may not like the taste of coffee does not mean that I cannot appreciate the art of the espresso, the beauty of the latte, and the fact that Starbucks has conned the world into buying a $5 coffee (marketing is really crushing it).
To show my appreciation for coffee even though I cannot drink it, I have crafted a few poems.
Please enjoy this segment of Limericks With Luke:
There was a young lady who drank coffee
Her drinks were usually very frothy
When asked for a Tall
She said, “Not a small!
I will only drink it if it is Venti!”
A beautiful drink is the latte
To say it is not, is hearsay
Lots of espresso
Makes you less depresso
I have one every Monday through Sunday
There was a young man with a frown
He said, “I am all out of grounds!”
He got in the truck
He drove to Starbucks
And thankfully did not have a meltdown