Behind animals, and in front of some.
It was the ceremony of attaining
The heated fluid
That we would all quickly drink,
Derived from a plant
None of us could recognize.
“Next”
Came the call
And so, the next person stepped forth
Exchanging tribute for a fluid
Before leaving quickly
Having something to do.
“Next”
I watched over and over
As the ceremony was conducted
Those in front of me slowly left
Coming and going
“Next”
It was my turn
I had readied my gifts
It was finally my time
And then the lady asked
“How can I help you?”
To which I replied
“Small caramel macchiato please”
PLOT TWIST — so funny !!
Will always be one of my favorite poems. Thanks Sean, nicely done.