Check out that foam.

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