Lemonade
The brisk, summer drink ice cold in an aluminum pitcher,
Her weakness for the taste just makes it all the better.
A hot summer's day would come to an end,
And mama would have cold lemonade on hand.
Fishing in the bayou out back in the stream,
Or playing rugby with the neighborhood boys,
Covered in sweat, grime, and stink.
Be it a little lady having tea with her dolls,
Mama would have cold lemonade on hand.
Too precious to us to be sold on a mere stand out front,
We hosted parties regularly,
Just because,
Mama's ice cold lemonade would be at hand.
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