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Ginger Ale
I don’t drink soda as a rule,
But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool –
I think of sick days as a kid
And do the things my mother did.
She served us soup and toast and tea
And baked potatoes, naturally,
And then, of course, was ginger ale,
A stomach balm that would not fail.
So that’s the diet I’ve imbibed,
Exactly as I’ve just described.
Yet here’s a fact that I found strange
About how ginger ale did change.
We had one old can – ordered more
And when they got here from the store,
The new ones tasted much less sweet,
The reason worth a quick repeat.
The older version said it had
140 calories – not bad.
The current cans have 1-3-0,
For sugar’s not the way to go.
The old one brought me to my youth.
The newer one, to tell the truth,
Just wasn’t worth it to my tongue –
Its praises I would not have sung.
So now I’ll stick to herbal tea
Or Gatorade until I see
That I am back and in the clear
To sip my coffee and my beer.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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