One magical night
To my delight
Appearing at the mall
A mysterious machine
Orange and green
Sentinel next to a stall
Like Dawn of the Dead
Zombies shambled ahead
Never noticing what we saw
Oranges propped
Put in a dollar, one dropped
And a knife peeled it raw
Out popped a cup
As the squeezer sped up
And juice then cascaded
A pulpy, fresh drink
I didn’t dare blink
What an invention was created!
People began to stare
As they became aware
Of this odd machine of health
My man and I
Did smile and sigh
As we shared new-found wealth
We returned next week
But the future was bleak
The machine was replaced with junk
Bottled, boiled juice
Nutrition’s abuse
My happiness quickly sunk
Through the years I think
About that magical drink
The sweetness that was life
Never will it return
Although I yearn
For that night when passion ran rife…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
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