Prompt 2 Write a Picture poem.

Ah! My mortal enemy,

We meet yet again,

You trespass endlessly,

Bittersweetly guarding your domain.

Gossip times are incomplete,

Without your intoxicating aroma,

Cinnamony, iced or plain sweet,

Are weapons to induce a pleasing coma.

You've become the latest craze,

Different, new, and special brews,

Have gained all the praise,

Due to new technical breakthroughs.

Our life would pass us by

And is incomplete without chai.