Two men have opposing opinions, and both are right.
|Less calories…tastes great…
and so they argued one day,
Less Calories, a portly man
of five feet four with VanDyke beard;
opposing him was old Tastes Great,
a lanky chap with curly hair,
so often taken for a mortician.
The subject of their differing views:
Everything You Could Ask For Cola,
a drink developed on Mars,
where gravity is less and hence,
the fizz is out of this world,
and the calorie count is low.
"Less Calories is where it’s at!"
Less Calories spewed, red faced
and double chinned, sans any grin.
"Ah, but it tastes great, you see,"
Tastes Great lowed, dead-panned,
his six foot two frame lumber stiff,
a modicum of fervor lent.
"I feel my taste buds dance a jig,"
Tastes Great splashed down a gulp
of Ev Cola, and tilted back his
head in the August Memphis sun.
Less Calories, oh so businesslike,
pale countenance with hawkish nose,
said with perspiration on his face:
"See here, Tastes Great, you must admit.
less calories is good for your health!"
On they went, point and counterpoint,
opinions varied as east and west,
yet both correct in the glare of sun,
wherein the supply truck came
to drop off another case of
Ev Cola for Less and Tastes.
Writer’s Cramp Winner