When I was a boy
My mother put
A new thermos
In my lunch.
The lunch box fell
And the inside
Of the thermos
Shattered, leaving
Kool-Ade laced with
Small bits of metal
Which I almost drank
(Being a rather stupid
Child) but my teacher
Stopped me and poured
The sweet, deadly drink
Down the drain.
Years later, when I
Fell desperately in love
With a short-haired girl
Who turned out to be
A studied and serious
Drunk, her disdain for me
Saved me from drinking
A similar sweet potion.
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