Ok, time for a little silliness. This is something I wrote at work late one night. It was a strange night and is evident by this:
(WARNING: Must be read with a stiff upper lip, and with an air of superiority.)
An Ode to the Mountain called Dew
Mountain Dew,
You know it is true,
How I love you so,
It's time for me to let it show.
When I can only open one eye,
It is you that I spy,
When I see your green can gleam,
I can only think of your caffeine.
Do not let it be said,
That you could not get me out of bed,
On a cold or warm day,
It matters not, is what I say.
For your can so cold,
Filled with liquid gold,
Sure you have Sodium Benzoate,
But hey, I'm awake
(WARNING: Must be read with a stiff upper lip, and with an air of superiority.)
An Ode to the Mountain called Dew
Mountain Dew,
You know it is true,
How I love you so,
It's time for me to let it show.
When I can only open one eye,
It is you that I spy,
When I see your green can gleam,
I can only think of your caffeine.
Do not let it be said,
That you could not get me out of bed,
On a cold or warm day,
It matters not, is what I say.
For your can so cold,
Filled with liquid gold,
Sure you have Sodium Benzoate,
But hey, I'm awake
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That's like the third poem/song I've heard dedicated to Mountain Dew. Either I know too many people with too much time on their hands, or they're putting MSG in that shit.