“Hoot, toot, scoot to the Outpost shack, where beans get blasted and sleepy eyes snap back. Drip-drop, flip-flop, froth to the top, sip-sip hooray, let the caffeine pop!
Latte gets lofty, mocha gets merry, espresso goes presto, dark, bold, and cheery. A few sweet treats sit tempting nearby, little bites of delight for the wandering eye.
Nibble and sip, sip and snack, grab a little goodie for the trail in your pack. Pines pitch perfume through Sierra-blue air, while steam curls and swirls and disappears.
No hurry, no worry, just roast, toast, and coast, a pint-sized pine-side caffeinated post. Buzz with the bees, breeze through the trees, then wander wherever your wild wheels please.
“Hoot, toot, scoot to the Outpost shack,
where beans get blasted and sleepy eyes snap back.
Drip-drop, flip-flop, froth to the top,
sip-sip hooray, let the caffeine pop!
Latte gets lofty, mocha gets merry,
espresso goes presto, dark, bold, and cheery.
A few sweet treats sit tempting nearby,
little bites of delight for the wandering eye.
Nibble and sip, sip and snack,
grab a little goodie for the trail in your pack.
Pines pitch perfume through Sierra-blue air,
while steam curls and swirls and disappears.
No hurry, no worry, just roast, toast, and coast,
a pint-sized pine-side caffeinated post.
Buzz with the bees, breeze through the trees,
then wander wherever your wild wheels please.
Peace. Piece. Peas.
Mr E. And Justin Thyme“