PAD Day 6: Have a Cuppa!

 Again, I'm using only the NaPoWriMo prompt so far, as Write Better Poetry continues not to post their prompt until later. (I may switch over to Poetry Super Highway's prompts instead, as I followed them last year, but today's prompt didn't excite me: write a deliberately "bad" poem. It can be a fun exercise but I've done it several times.) Anyway, like yesterday, NaPoWriMo has another "Chinese menu" prompt (if you'll pardon the expression): Take one line at random of a ten-row, three-olumn grid and use the words on that line. The first word pertains to a food or flavor, and the other two are apparently random words. We are to describe the taste of the food word and include the other two words selected from the bank. Bonus points for mantioning the food/flavor by name in the title but not the body of the poem. My words, from row 4, were tea, cuckoo, and unfit. 

My Cup (or Glass) of Tea

I’ve always liked it better than coffee.
And usually iced.
A good black decaf will do, best
with a wedge of lemon and a teaspoon
of sugar, or better yet, “half-and-half”
with lemonade, an Arnold Palmer,
in a tall sweaty glass on an August day.
Sometimes, a slightly bitter green,
With honey and ginseng.
And as for hot, fill my stoneware mug
With a nice Earl Grey, or Constant Comment.
I like the citrus notes and warm spice, and
I still need that teaspoon of sugar,
but no milk, unless it’s a spicy cup of chai.
Occasionally an herbal will do,
preferably with a fruity twist, like
raspberry or cranberry orange.
No florals please—I don’t drink perfume.
And matcha is off the table—
to me it tastes like grass.
But nothing sounds as bad as kopi luwak,
coffee made from the poop of a wild Asian cat.
I mean, that’s just cuckoo, and must be
unfit for human consumption.

P.S.: And here's my poem for the Write Better Poetry prompt: Write a "reaction" poem. (The problem I was having with the delay was apparently at least partly on my end.)

Enough
 
Every
day, another
WTF,
 
another
spit take,
another face palm,
 
another
head shake,
reaction after reaction.
 
It’s
time instead
for real action.
 
I’ve
put on
my marching boots.
 
I’ve
already started
painting my sign.