Poemer strikes again

We found a note in our tip jar this morning

A Coffee Plantation
Would be a place to behold.
The soil and the beans
The Sun warmth untold.

Imagine the aromas
spicing the air
The hillside the harvest
Coffee everywhere

Wouldn't you visit
A place of such love
Were Coffee is everything
Below and above.

The soil and the climate
the taste in the air
Well on Caroline St.
In Key West it is their

For a place exists
On that street you know
The Coffee Plantation
were happiness grows

Like the beans in the fields
the harvest untold
The Coffee Plantation
Your place to behold

Isn't that great...