An Ode To Diet Coke Oh, caffeinated Diet Coke, I give these great praises to thee! When I can stay up Though I'm tired enough To find humor in late-night TV. Your taste is truly Something else Entirely, oh my friend. My favorite food, Though you rot at my teeth And may give me cancer or bends I write you odes Though I have but few hours To finish my style critique And study for that test In Euro tomorrow Over all Chapter the Seventeenth. Oh no, I may Have homework in Deutsch That you just reminded me of -- How wonderful are you, Oh Diet Coke, My ginseng, my Prozac, my love! Oh, Coca-Cola The most mem'rable of All the things e'er to shoot out my nose (That fateful day In chess club) Though it hurt like goodness knows. Ok, so maybe the Cooked spring pea Was just about as memorable. But this isn't an ode To cooked spring peas -- Its an ode to Diet Coke. The hours trudge on, But it matters not, For soon 'twill be early, not late -- But you cannot rest, My delectable chum, As we approach your expiration date. So I'll drink of the wine I'm allowed before I turn twenty-one in this state. I just want you to know, Oh Coke, Diet Coke, That I think you're real, real great. Elyse Yeager