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.