Oh, sweet tea,
You are as splendid as a drink could be,
You may be my diet's demise,
Because adding sugar isn't wise,
If I don't want to add more weight to my thighs.
But never fear,
Despite my ever-growing rear,
To my heart you'll always be dear.
For come what may,
No matter what my thighs say,
You are the PERFECT drink on a hot Memphis day.