A ridiculous idea I am thinking, to give up coffee for Lent.
I miss it, oh I do!
It's strong, invisible, course aroma engulfing my senses.
It's dark, bitter nectar sliding down my throat.
All because I saw as a sign, the disappearance of that essential part of my stove top coffee maker.
All because I thought the double shot fuelled my body quake.
Only two more weeks and I can taste it once again.
Nicoteen will be pleased to be reunited with its pungent pal.
Yes reader, I've made no sacrifice.
(The cash saved will go to Cafod. Back when the priest urged us to give up something, well I just couldn't think what!)
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