For my favorite barista, Sid, on his birthday Slow River coffee gets me through many a workday, and the proprietor, Sid, is my java savior. His birthday is Sunday, so I wrote this for him:

    There was a Barista called Sid,
    Who spread a latté joy in all that he did.
         He'd whip up a froth,
         Atop a bean broth,
    And of the blahs he did so get rid.

    Sid worked from a van called, "Slow River,"
    And liquid joy he did daily deliver.
         His magical java brew,
         Attracted a thirsty queue,
    Who were happy to withstand the shiver.

    He wasn't in it just for the dough,
    To charity all his tips would go,
         An alchemist in the van,
         And a model businessman,
    He brew-tified the world with espresso.

    In Slow River Land every day is sunny,
    And we don't think it remotely punny
         That he mochas each day
         A delightfully caffeinated ballet;
    We'll happily keep giving him our money.