One of my favorite types of poetry is the parody. It is easy to write and often very funny. Here is a parody over an American phenomenon :
“Stopping By Starbucks on a Snowy Evening”
“(with apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose beans these are I think I know.
They’re ground to brew and packed to go.
No one will see me stopping here.
To warm my gut with mugs of Joe.
The head barista’s feeling queer
From many shots of black liqueur.
She’s had much more than she can take
Of serving scones and coffee cake.
She gives her mocha hair a shake
To tell me there is no mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of credit cards and change she makes.
Her latte’s lovely, dark and deep,
But I have lines to rhyme, then break.
And miles to go before I wake,
And miles to go before I wake.”