
I recently turned a friend on to the glories of French press coffee and he wrote this poem. (I think better phrasing might be "I recently turned on a friend to the glories of French press coffee and he wrote this poem.")
Ah what a drink that press doth make
As if coffee for the first time I taste
The stuff is scrumptious and now mine to take
All other taste of coffee now seems chaste
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I got me one of those presses because my overpriced Bunn can't handle less than 2 or 4 cups. Criminently. PS - Like the French press.
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