Watered Down Juice
I can still remember when I was nine,
the boy across the street made a sign.
His mother made pitchers of a drink aid,
the cars would stop and we were paid.
We always said a big thank you,
many came back day after day we knew.
A business off the street we now ran,
it would have been great if we had a fan.
The days and sun were really hot,
a cold and refreshing drink they bought.
We did split fifty fifty of the cash,
a ton of cups made bags of trash.
We started selling really young,
as we yelled to cars with our tongue.
I can remember that summer well,
our skin needed a lot of healing gel.
Date Written: 1/29/2021
5 Place
Watered-Down Juice Poetry Contest
Contest Judged:1/31/2021
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Note: This did really happen one very hot summer. Other kids played and the two of us made money.
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