Ode to the Pumpkin Spice Latte
Oh Pumpkin Spice Latte how we love you so.
Your spicy but sweet aroma lures us in,
no matter where, we will spoon over the dough.
Nay to pie, pecan or apple crisp, pumpkin lust is our delightful sin.
As the crisp wind blows and the orange leaves do fall,
we are reminded of your warm fake-tan glow.
Woe is to the impending paleness of the Peppermint White Mocha.
We wish you were available all year round – in sizes venti, grande and tall.
So come one, come all! Let the cafe lines flow!
Hail to the high-caloric cups of heaven, before we mourn, sayonara.