Thursday, January 3, 2013


My bubble tea looked up at me
As little eyeballs there would be
Down in it’s sweet and frothy sea
Of flavors, sweetness, ecstasy
I did not know of such a drink
Til my dear daughter with a wink
Explained its origins, I think
Ordered me one that was bright pink
The tapioca eyeballs gleamed
At least to me that’s how it seemed
And when I drank, my taste buds deemed
That this was better than I’d dreamed
And so I drank down something new
It seemed the only thing to do
And on my pallet delight grew
While chewing little balls of glue.

No comments:

Post a Comment