Thursday, 15 April 2010

A Poem about Tizer

I wish I had a glass
of that fizzy red
and most delicious
fruit flavoured drink

I would sip it
and murmer to myself
about how good it tastes
when things are entirely artificial

I ignore the stained tongue
that looks back at me from the mirror
and drink again
wanting that oh so elusive

hyperactive feeling
that comes from Tizer
mixed with Sherbet
something, that should not be done

without adult supervision

Happy First Birthday Blog!

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