E-THA-NOL!

It tasted like Astymin,
It was gluey and disgusting,
Yet she pushed it down,
Swallowed with a slight frown.

Can’t it just be sweet?
…like honey with no awkward taste,
Like fresh Pineapple,
Odd She was in no haste.

Slow sips eyes on her,
That newbie persistent for cliques,
It was obvious so he poked,
“Excuse me, there is coke.”

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