T’was grilling in the grimy pub
Stuff of dreams, the gubble-yum.
Gift to those with finely tuned noses
Who smell the dew, but not the roses.
A flavour unlike any other found here on earth
Only those born taste bud less can judge it’s worth
So here ends my gifted ode to the gubble-yum
Stuff o’nightmares, dare not even a nano-crumb!
Image: coffee paintings; boredpanda.com
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