(Last line edited 11/11/2026 by the poet, Eric Fournier.)
Notes of crisp amber sugar,
Carmalized notes flick off the tongue,
Bursting with bubbly deliciousness,
As wave after wave,
of sugary goodness,
Washes down my parched throat,
Quenching thirst and sugary desire,
As the amber cola,
Swirls around the ice,
Crashing against the glass,
Encasing its wobbly state,
As drink after drink,
Extinguishes its exquisite bubbles,
Evaporating ice leaving behind,
A watery grave of pop-ice-burg bubbles.
