Guarana Mo

Guarana Mo! Most of the follow wing (fictitious) quit tuss cent shill, knit head, (non adult tryst) pit tee full (sorry excuse for originality), rit dunk yule huss, feebly abominable attempt at unit tarry yen rhyme for excellence, benignly, essentially, and honestly wit less, worthless reading mitt tear real - dashed off (by this hare reed rabbit), wall henna burst of (playful tulles toy) warren peace, aye practically spit out (from inxs of carrot juice), now dost daringly be hove brave reeder to comprehend this dime metrical kickstarter fit - bawling contrived nada very tit till late ting, nor not so great English lit, and moost unlikely tuff hind posthumous fame, worm ma obit chew wary verb boss lee probably re:nouns, (this once upon a time pablum child), nor e'en garner this hare reed ole Jack a one hit wonder poetic laureate, nonetheless this (o' whar did me bunny go), perhaps to Brit tin endeavoring merely to join United Kingdom (and merrily) writ for the underground to test skill at heart felt fabrication like me, thus exempting bing considered, judged, and labeled tubby unfit. Now let yours truly whoop focus to address main intent, (sans for quick pick me up) and nary drop of coffee, nope not even one molecule to fill thimbleful sized cup I reach for bottle of Guarana, (one serving of coffee per capsule) fo' this aging pup, who attests that caffeine (liquid and/or encapsulated), the sole vice (except for barbiturates, cocaine, "FAKE" opioid, et cetera), which overdose nearly found me nearly a grateful dead – thrice occasions, where circumstances of Mus self (Stuart Little reincarnate - with an insatiable craving for cheese laced with Guarana, Paullinia cupana, a climbing plant in the maple family), which bean sized seeds affordable at an acceptable price many times larger than puffed rice.