Coffee’s Sneaky Secrets: How It Left Me Red-Faced

Have you experienced coffee breath’s awkward embrace? ☕️☕️

Let us dive into a poem that unveils its secrets and offers solutions to conquer the embarrassment!

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In morning’s light, I take my stand,
A cup of coffee in my hand,
For without it, I’m quite unmanned,
In coffee’s grip, I’m firmly fanned.

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But here’s a tale I must confess,
Of coffee’s curse, a bad address,
It leaves me in a state of distress,
With coffee breath, I must confess.

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I chat with friends, so unaware,
Of the aroma in the air,
Till I clasp my mouth, in deep despair,
My coffee breath, beyond repair.

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Oh, the shame of it, I cried,
As I wished I could somehow hide,
From the truth I couldn’t slide,
Coffee’s secret I couldn’t bide.