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.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just me, trying to be funny.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Cheers to that. Nice write
Got a refund scheme on the bottles? Cash the empties in and you've got enough for another full bottle....
Corona used to be delivered to the door when I was a youngster Phil. Good times.
Andy
I could say maybe you had had your Phil .. but I wont .. and you were funny, so there .. 👍
LOL let's hope it's the beer and not the virus 🤣🤣🤣 ice cold on tap. Loved your imagery a summer poem very nicely done. 🌹
I'm pretty sure I have done this dance. Nice work.
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