Your perfect rectangularity is cause for awe

The sweet nectar of your innards

A boon for those thirsty

Five-year-olds on hot July days

When I am without I weep

For my thirst only grows

When I have not my juice box

Your endless enclosure of flavors

Present me with the hardest choice of my life

The sweetness of Strawberry-kiwi,

Or the tartness of pink lemonade?

The need to pick just one is agony!

Juice box, you are my first and only love.

Oooohhhh! Doughnuts!