Ode to Snapple Peach Iced Tea
After I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge
I yearned for my thirst to be clenched
Like an oasis, a quick-ie mart appeared
Transporting me back to my youth
Slid back the refrigerator door that separated us like a boarder
Brought you to the twelve year old shop-keeper watching Family Guy
Where I paid $1.39 for our time together
Twisted off your top with a satisfying pop
Drank you in like sunshine
Sweet, fruity perfection.
Why the heck aren’t you sold in Canada anymore?!!!!