Corona With A Capital CA Poem by Chris Shaw
carbonated soft drinks
in fizzy flavours, how eagerly awaited were deliveries of those bottles of tangy orangeade, luscious raspberry or sweet cherry whose brightest of reds would stain teenage lips as well as young tongues my top pick, American cream soda dandelion and burdock brought bubbles rising in high excitement to burst on surface of clear glass tumblers while my handsome, wish he was mine oh so tantalisingly handsome this beau whistled down our garden path weekly crate held in tanned arms, so inviting royalty of pop clinking away that famous seven pronged crown stamped in black on white label, the designer of drinks Corona we loved you and I yes I certainly had eyes for him, a prince in my book that c word now summons fear visiting too close to home, first UK death in our town empty shelves, panic setting in anticipating a rough ride no vaccinations in sight a pandemic in the making reminiscent of Spanish flu, a century past when the reaper dug in, reaped his havoc where misery spread with the dead while the bell tolled for millions in unmerciful and prolonged agony
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30 Reviews Added on March 6, 2020 Last Updated on March 6, 2020 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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