Inside The Coffee Factory Poem by Paul Reed

He's back with a new series
Which might lead to a few queries
As to why we need to see
Inside even more factories;

But, as ever, we are slowly drawn in
By the huge machinery (but strange lack of din)
As Gregg explores another machine-led place
With that silly inane grin on his face;

This time around it's coffee jars that fascinate
As Gregg wanders around with his close mate
His researcher colleague Cherry Healey
Who's ever so slightly ‘touchy feely';

Anyway, the main attraction of this show I find
Is not watching the coffee beans roast or grind
It's Gregg's exclamations, with look non-impassive
Such as ‘That's ginormous! ' or ‘That's simply massive! ';

His continual wonder at the numbers involved
As millions of coffee beans are dissolved
Into granules that fill thousands of jars
Sold to supermarkets and high street coffee bars;

That is the appeal of the show for me
To see Gregg endlessly shouting with glee
His over-dramatic, astonished shouts
‘That must be a hundred tonnes, or thereabouts! '

One final question, centred on hygiene
Things need to be sterile in this world of the coffee bean
But why wear a hairnet beside those coffee dregs
When it's perched on a hairless dome like Gregg's.