Monday, October 23, 2006

We Become What We Mock

Author: Administrator
Category: Mmm Mmm Good

And verily, I say unto thee,
The Mocker did arise and go forth
unto the land of kitchen supplies.

And lo, she did purchase an espresso machine,
and also did obtain a special frothing pitcher
for to create her own Chai Tea Lattes at home,
a drink unto which, verily, she hath become accustomed
since returning from her sojourning
unto the far Seattle-land.

And yea, The Mocker did look out
upon all that which she did mock before-
the fru-fru Italian names
and the specialized equipment,
which then begat these many beverage elitists.

And lo, as she looked out across
the Hot Beverage Landscape
and saw that verily it doth now reside
within her kitchen as well
The Mocker saw that it was very good.

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