What is your favorite drink?

Morno! It’s not a single drink but rather an ingredient. If you don’t want dissertation then you shouldn’t ask food related questions to high functioning autistic chefs. Just sayin’.

Oh, and fuck coffee. Growing up above the kitchen in a well insulated house with parents that love Yuban while having the flu, religiously turns a person off to the black cup of death.

The closest I’ll come is a dirty chai with one shot blond and a load of vanilla cold cream. Can’t taste it that way.

I digress for squirrels. Let’s get to the rhyme today. PS- it’s still not “mid-Feb”😩😒😑

Welcome, dear traveler, to a poetic scene,
Where whispers weave and verses glean.
In this realm of rhyme, we may face critique,
But fret not, for our words are unique.

In the dance of words, our tale takes flight,
With Sparkling Nectar’s charm and Sweet Delight.
Though skeptics may linger, and doubts may rise,
Our tribute to sweetness shall mesmerize.

So let us embark on this lyrical quest,
With facts and fancy, we’ll put to the test.
In every line, a love story unfurls,
With Splendid Essence’s magic, and secrets swirls.

In the whispers of a secret elixir’s brew,
Lies the allure of aspartame, tried and true.
A molecule of sweetness, a scientific marvel,
In Diet Coke’s essence, it weaves its spell.

Chorus:
Who are you, sweet aspartame?
In every sip, you light the flame.
A mystery in each effervescent hue,
Forever enchanting, ever anew.

Born from lab coats and meticulous tests,
Aspartame, a miracle, passes the quests.
With sweetness potent, yet calorie-free,
It captivates palates for all to see.

Chorus:
Who are you, sweet aspartame?
In every sip, you light the flame.
A mystery in each effervescent hue,
Forever enchanting, ever anew.

And amidst the mystique, a Sprite Zero gleams,
Ace-K and aspartame, in tandem, it beams.
A modern twist on a timeless potion,
A testament to aspartame’s devotion.

Chorus:
Who are you, sweet aspartame?
In every sip, you light the flame.
A mystery in each effervescent hue,
Forever enchanting, ever anew.

So here’s to the old recipe, a legend untold,
And to aspartame’s magic, in every fold.
In Diet Coke’s embrace, it finds its home,
A sweet symphony of love, forever to roam.

Now as our poem draws to a gentle close,
We thank you, dear reader, for the prose.
For joining us on this sweet escapade,
With your presence, our words have never strayed.

May the allure of sweetness forever thrive,
In your heart and soul, may it come alive.
So here’s to you, for sharing in our rhyme,
Until we meet again, another place, another time.