Reluctant for years, I finally relented

Couldn’t persist further with the excuses I’d invented

I brought home a bottle from the grocery store

Willing to try once and then nevermore.

I’d grown tired of beer, or that diet Orange Crush,

Still, I desired a beverage with flavors so lush.

But my experienced palette had fallen into a rut

Until I considered a drink that might help my gut.

There were several options – some familiar, some strange

Cranberry seemed nice, although it lacks range.

So later that night, while enjoying my feast

I cracked open the bottle, chock full of yeast.

It was tangy and tart, it was bitter and sweet

I sipped on my porch, in the dry summer heat.

So now I’m addicted, but I’ll ask, what’s it to ya –

I’ll pass on whiskey, and stick to kombucha.