Lime-erick

I drank daily eight glasses of water
Its bland flavor I needed to slaughter
I added some lime
It cost just a dime
And the taste of the water I altered

Okay. I get it. This one’s far from a masterpiece, but at least I narrowly met my goal of posting a poem each day for National Poetry Month. Maybe tomorrow’s will be better.

If you are craving more, check out these poems: I Miss… Pt. 1, Restricted, Fat Bomb, I Confess

Categories: Poetry

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