Olga17

Janusz Grzywacz Has created a cult song about a coffee grinder Poets are silent, when it comes to coffeemakers They lack of an olde-worlde charm Of sentiment They're just useful and overly functional Nobody imbeds into their spiritual life In the end they're not cucumber soup They've became attached so quickly to our habits That we ignore them And we remind about them only when we have to make coffee But the time will come That the coffeemakers will make the quickest decision in their history About noticing them Just like the small beings discovered by a good-hearted elephant They will quietly clamor We are here We are But they won't get to