Oh, Kombucha, what did I do to you?
You were elusive.
But I searched
until I found you
at the distant store
where I chose you
thoughtfully
and bought you
with joy in my heart.
The bottle
said
use caution when opening.
So I did.
And still
you attacked me
gushing
on my pants
and sweater
driver's seat
and car floor.
Oh Kombucha
you made me smell bad
like vinegar
and maybe flowers.
You made me
the butt
of children's jokes
and complaints
when I was
far
from home.
Oh Kombucha, what did I do
to you?
I wanted to
like you.
But
I wanted to
like you.
But
you are gross
and
mean.
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omg! I'm stuck between "LOL!" and "I'm so sorry!"
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shelly! Things happen. I know this. But I think I'll skip over the kombucha part of the challenge this week!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry but I am totally laughing at this! This is the kind of thing that would happen to me but without the clever poem. I had already though to skip trying that particular item since I don't drink tea normally, but now you've confirmed it for me. No Kombucha here.
ReplyDeleteMarcella, No apology necessary! I'm no poet, but I had to write this one out to dissipate my frustration. :) Most days I can see the humor and roll with the punches a little better than I can today.
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