Humor Poetry posted January 25, 2015 |
A Shakespearean Sonnet - contest entry
To Cata
by tfawcus
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Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry
Recognized |
While staying with my daughter in Madrid, a fresh consignment of coffee was delivered to her door. The accompanying notes read:
'Mermelada de frutos rojos e intensos aromas a flores de jazmin y limon. Frutas tropicales y acidez de pia. Sutiles toques citricos. Jugoso y sabores a fruta extremadamente madura. Limpio, transparente y cremoso. Debido a su proceso pronuncia de forma descarada el dulzora,'
which I made an amateurish effort to translate (with some help from Google) as,
'Berry jam and intense aromas of jasmine flowers and lemon. Tropical fruit and pineapple acidity. Subtle citrus touches. Extremely juicy and ripe fruit flavours . Clean, clear and creamy. Because the process shamelessly pronounced sweetness.'
It occurred to me that the people who market Costa Rican Cata coffee must either be charlatans or poets!
I included my own humble coffee plunger in this poem. Our coffee shop in the Adelaide Central Market grinds my beans using a setting of Number 8. My daughter and her partner would not be seen dead using a plunger. Their coffee-making paraphernalia comes straight from the pages of science fiction!
Sadly, the coffee-coloured mistress is just a figment of my imagination...
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and 2 member cents. 'Mermelada de frutos rojos e intensos aromas a flores de jazmin y limon. Frutas tropicales y acidez de pia. Sutiles toques citricos. Jugoso y sabores a fruta extremadamente madura. Limpio, transparente y cremoso. Debido a su proceso pronuncia de forma descarada el dulzora,'
which I made an amateurish effort to translate (with some help from Google) as,
'Berry jam and intense aromas of jasmine flowers and lemon. Tropical fruit and pineapple acidity. Subtle citrus touches. Extremely juicy and ripe fruit flavours . Clean, clear and creamy. Because the process shamelessly pronounced sweetness.'
It occurred to me that the people who market Costa Rican Cata coffee must either be charlatans or poets!
I included my own humble coffee plunger in this poem. Our coffee shop in the Adelaide Central Market grinds my beans using a setting of Number 8. My daughter and her partner would not be seen dead using a plunger. Their coffee-making paraphernalia comes straight from the pages of science fiction!
Sadly, the coffee-coloured mistress is just a figment of my imagination...
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