Bottom's up!

To all my faithful readers, I have something to confess,

This poem is recycled, 'case this life's in such a mess!

Though some things are not hap'ning, there are others car'ying on,

And somehow those replacements make sure all my time is gone! ;)

Your Favourite Potable’s our subject and I must admit

My favourite drinks have morphed around. And not a little bit.

When I was young a chocolate milk would satisfy my wants,

And was the first thing ordered when we hit the restaurants.

From there, I guess I’d have to say that soda pop became

The chosen drink at movies or when cheering at the games,

In orange, grape or lime the flavours all would satisfy,

With na-tur-al ingredients (not one additive or dye).

Then Mountain Dew took over and I couldn’t wait to see

Who bottled it: from Ann and Bill to Harriet and Zee.

It claimed that it would ‘tickle yore innards’. So this I will state,

It seemed to make the grade and Wow! It tasted really great!

I must admit about that time, I started mingling things,

Discovered brand new tastes that mixing orange pop could bring,

Before you try to guess, I’ll take this time to clarify,

Swamp Water’s made with root beer—goes with Teen Burgers and fries!

From Seven-Up which took a hefty portion of my wealth,

I moved to fresh, fruit juices and their claims of ‘improved health’,

The juice of vegetables then beckoned. I was so surprised,

That I was drinking something I, in younger years, despised.

And now I stick to water. When I do, then nothing hurts.

And bodily functions can’t be weighed in ‘small’ or ‘mega’ hurtz.

No extra shots are needed from a glass or in the vein,

And no one bothers me or asks my actions to explain.

But . . .

I must admit that if I had my ‘druthers’, I would choose,

Another drink with calories, and not a hint of booze,

And strange enough, the one I loved from birth, now to my grave

Has followed me Full Circle. Again chocolate milk’s my fave!

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts. Perhaps a grin?
So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, me

(And Karen for a special treat!)
We've posted poems that we have wrought.

So...

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, I hope we won't be frantic,

From Mimi, we've: A High School Antic!