I wanted a coffee-to-go
Which to this girl
Was like the end of the world.
I was clearly being unfair
Expecting her to remove
Her arse from the chair
When she had better things
To do at work
Than work.
Real slow
She sighed,
Threw down her book
And with a look
That could have soured the milk
She made my Mocha.
I wanted to moan
About her being so rude.
Instead, I just smiled
And 'thank you'd
Dave Birss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pathetically-british/
