Ode to Crushed Ice

For Christmas, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I bought my wife new appliances for the kitchen. I would have to say that one of the greatest benefits to this purchase is our new refrigerator. I made sure to buy a style with a built in icemaker. Now with every beverage (excluding milk and coffee) I enjoy some crushed ice in my drink. In fact, even as I sit here and type, I'm sipping on some Pepsi filled with the glorious little chunks of frozen joy.

In the spirit of enjoying this beverage supplement, I have taken a moment to compose a poem that illustrates my new-found affection for crushed ice.

Floating in my cup so still
Such frozen joy that brings a chill
I smile as I ingest a sip
Then crunch you as my teeth I chip

You make my beverage come alive
You cause my tastebuds to revive
How have I gone without you thus
But now you're here, I raise no fuss

Content I drink my juice or tea
Then give you this soliloquy
Content I drink my soda too
Without your aid what would I do?

I'd dutifully sit back and whine
Complain that Pepsi has no spine
Alas that nightmare is not hence
Crushed ice is here, and life makes sense