Ode to Diet Coke

By: Kenley Stevens, Staff Writer

Oh, silver can, your contents sparking hope

The crack of your seal breaks the quiet morn

Start the day with joy, or rather to cope

Stolid to beaming, a grin I adorn

Sweet sugarless savior, whom I cherish

Effervescent, venomous fantasy

You are worth every drop, should I perish 

What joy to entertain my vanity

Am I conforming to society?

Or should having a case a day cause shame?

Vanilla and lime trump propriety

Recipe perfected with aspartame

Those red cursive letters, a liberty

Soda and ice, a hazel synergy