Cafes and IBS
TW: this poem may contain gas
I have no time to worry
about the inevitable stomach pains
or little poots or putters
from my voluminous behind,
that is a problem for the partons down south.
No, I'm too busy to worry
about the aches that follow
a sugary, milky drink
complete
with whipped cream
and a cherry on top.
You see,
the crowd is no bother
and the wait is worth it,
just so long as you meet there.
At this wonderful new cafe
complete
with you
and sweet confections.
You see,
I wouldn't dare to dream
about walking through any door
that would refuse you.
I would not set foot
in cafe or bistro
that denied you.
Because love knows no borders
and we've got milkshakes in need of drinking.
So dear friend,
chocolate or vanilla?
I'll order, and we'll share,
and blast our IBS winds
in sweet freedom
and without care.
Author's note:
As I finished the last line, I thought to myself, am I really going to upload a fart poem to Vocal? Welp, the answer is yeah~
I am so blessed to be a freelancer. I have a lot of time in the morning to explore new cafes around my city before heading to my clients' houses. There are cafes for socializing and quieter cafes for studying or reading.
Don't Worry Moris is a Seoul franchise, perfect for meeting friends, and I am obsessed with their piggie mascots. I had seen their advertisements for a while and was very eager to try their vanilla bean milkshake. It's always a joy to find a new coffee shop and try out their signature menu.
It's too bad my stomach doesn't feel the same rush of excitement. (It feels a far different kind of rush, if you catch my drift.)
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