Oh dear Coke, my old friend,
You've been with me through thick and thin.
All these years of migraines and fatique,
but I found something that kicks your ass indeed.
I don't remember when or why I first picked up the can
but I was already hooked just by giving the ingredients a scan.
The color of piss may put some off
though too many cans had been ingested before I saw what was inside.
By then I didn't care, I shouted to the world, I didn't hide.
And knowing that the tiny Bull costs the same as your 3 litres,
I'd still prefer to run a 1 minute 2 meters.
I'll be back to you one day,
in fact I already do if it's almost time to hit the hay.
So don't completely give up on me too,
You know I'll still order you at the McDdonald's drive through.
And my new friend, Mr. Two Tier Table from (durrrrr) Tammy, Sweet Finds, at The Pink Cabbage. I've had the old dresser box for years but have never had the exact right place to put it but now I do. This is in my dining room (no, that's not my bedside table with the bar on it) with the suitcase bar on top...the idea I shamelessly stole from Nene. Hope you have some great new and old friends of your own!