Jus D'Orange Poem by Phil Ward

Jus de pomme
Non mon ami,
Its jus d'orange for me,
I don’t fancy or give a care,
For cranberry, mango, apple or pear,
Water sometimes does the trick,
Tempted but prefer to pick,
A drink with zest for my refresh,
The only drink that I’ll ingest,
Chilled orange juice, just give me that,
My jus d'orange éclat.
Mon jus d'orange,
Un jus d'orange, vrai jus d'orange,
Mon jus d'orange,
Oui jus d'orange, pur jus d'orange,
Je voudrais un jus d'orange s'il vous plait,
Serve me now une orange pressée,
Precisely made the way I drink,
With stacks of ice that cause the glass,
To clink when stirred an all time classic,
jus d'orange, a jus fantastique.