Dolefulness knows not my sorrow
I have lost my lovely green straw
happy you can and will not find me,
for i know not the place it went.
Thus my poor aching heart bellows
screaming remorse, for without
this green sleekly made metal straw
my beverage cant be complete.
Frigid paradisaical bliss.
Found at every touch of lip
coming in contact with my dear
carefully crafted slurping device.....
straw... i will find you someday