kombucha keg
It was the day they filled the keg with kombucha.
"Huh, Kombucha," he thought to himself,
he'd never heard of that cider.
But he was always down to try new things,
make his horizons wider.
It was Friday afternoon and thus,
time to wind it down.
Drink a pint from his coffee mug,
then find a bar downtown.
He drank and drank and drank and drank,
and still he had no buzz.
He wondered what was wrong with it,
and what's with all the fuzz?
His stomach hurt, his arm was tired,
his dash turned to a limp.
But he kept on sipping despite the pain,
he would not be seen a wimp.
With a final heave and one last chug,
the keg he ripped asunder.
A developer, turned manager,
turned probiotic wonder.