Corona
I love Corona
but does it love me?
There was that time
slicing the lime
when it squirted me
in both eyes.
They grew itchy
thought I might die
Lost my senses
of taste and smell
started burning up.
Was I in hell?
Then things worsened
I started cursin’
my fever soared
my throat grew sore.
Do not worry.
I knew what to do.
With my trusty churchkey
I opened up a few
and when they were gone
I was feeling fine.
I guess it proved
you don’t need that lime.
The only problem, though:
when I opened my eyes
my body was lying
empty Coronas nearby
and I was flying
high in the sky.