Ode to The Lime Juice

My last few posts were pretty serious, so I thought I'd lighten things up  a bit with a new non-sensical poem. So here we go!

Ode to The Lime Juice

In old days of old, 'tween eighteen and twenty, I had me a bit o' a job.

Long hours did tax me, the heat did quite bake me, and t'were not one coworker named Bob.

Late nights, early morning, the sleep was quite lacking, and coffee and I are not mates,

So elsewhere I turned just before the dish stacking...to rhyme, here's a name: Kathy Bates.

Within the fridg'rator between sticks of butter and dressings of ev-er-y kind (yep, 3 syllables there),

A bottle did wait like a coin in the gutter to really awaken my mind.

It's not what you think, not a drink of some stink, or a fink dink ba-dink clink clink clink (what the crap?).

A green flask of lime juice, three drops on a tongue sluice, and awake was I then, so says I.

It kind of fell apart there at the end (tongue sluice? that was a stretch), but it's almost two in the morning. That said, I think I'm gonna go for a walk now before bed because it actually feels like fall outside! And for L.A. that's saying something :)

Oh, and you can blame facebook and its pirate english translator for the odd wordings in there. Two words: Best-thingever....that's right. That's a word. At least for tonight.