Tea > Coffee

I strolled from Wandsworth to Ealing,

Sipping upon a Darjeeling;

Coffee, I think,

Is an inferior drink,

Which I can never taste the appeal in.

Home for a Night Out

I once travelled from Oxford to Leam,

For an evening of drinking with friends;

I felt my gut flutter,

Puked in a gutter,

Then headed to Oxford again.