Saturday, April 20, 2019
Friend Katherine and Fiorella got together at Starbucks yesterday morning, and Fio told her about the napkin poem. Hope she's reading it now.
I love the Starbucks napkins,
Pale brown and soft, yet strong
Enough to wipe up a latte spill
Or sketch a landscape on
I always grab some extras
When I am in the store
To blot my lipstick, wipe my nose,
Once I am out the door
I like them for their texture
But most of all I like them 'cause
They're free, they're free, they're free!