It may have been 4 or 5 years back
That I spied upon the grocery rack
A strange shaped bottle of dark red juice
My mad curiosity was shaken loose I had to know what lived inside
My senses were my only guide I purchased the nectar and removed the cap
And began to swallow the precious sap
My taste buds responded with a resounding glee I knew this was the drink for me
And for all you naysayers, I say cram it
For there is nothing quite like the POMegranate

By Jeff Jackson

St. Catharines, Canada