November 30

No, Thank You

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Doesn’t matter how you describe them

Barrels, odors, flowers, fruits

There’s now way I’ll drink that IPA

My precious tastebuds I won’t pollute

*

Doesn’t matter if life’s in mayhem

Made with spicy ginger root

I’ll drink your IPA? There’s no way

In this decision I’m absolute

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Doesn’t matter what’s this week’s problem

Or the day’s familial dispute

There’s no way I’ll drink your IPA

My precious palette they just don’t suit

*

Doesn’t matter the carpe diem

Or if the label is so darn cute

I’ll drink your IPA? There’s no way

About this choice, I am resolute

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(A ZaniLa Poem)

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