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31 January 2006 @ 09:33 pm
Oh Orangina, how I love thee: a haiku series  
Blue orange bottle
With only twelve percent juice -
Like Tang, with bubbles.


Your label cries out,
"Shake it!" I obey, with care.
Your bottle is glass.


I have lost the cap.
This means I will have to drink
both of your servings.


I thought you were French,
but you read "Rye Brook, New York."
Tell me more sweet lies.


When we are finished,
your two percent pulp is gone,
and I am lonely.
 
 
 
oito_ou_oitenta on February 1st, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
ahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahahahahaha

But it doesn't rhyme...

I don't care, if it doesn't rhyme, it's not poetry! :P
(Anonymous) on February 2nd, 2006 11:52 am (UTC)
So kick-ass...
(Anonymous) on August 1st, 2006 11:57 pm (UTC)
haiku
haiku doesn't have to rhyme, and I really like your poem...and perhaps its a first ode to Orangina?! I enjoyed it, thank you for sharing