Don't judge me. Judge my haiku.

An encounter with a ridiculously good looking Starbucks barista inspired me to write a haiku because, well, even though I majored in English I've never written one. (Sidenote: I'm not really sure how good looking this barista was, since it was the drive thru. It might have just been the good mood I was in that somewhat blinded me.)
Here we go...


I asked for some tea
And you made it perfectly.
See you tomorrow.

I also wrote...

I went to Starbucks.
Your great smile caught my eye.
A good day, indeed!

I dunno if those are any good. But I'm no poet so that's as good as it's going to get.

That's So Shway

My friend Audrey shared this song with me, which is why I decided if I can't write a song I'll write a poem. The song is called Taylor, the latte boy. It's hilarious.