In my childhood summers that were boring, yet amazing,
I often sold overpriced lemonade with the sun blazing.
But my first try at making the sweet drink
Would not be as successful as one would think
I didn’t understand what it meant for something to curdle,
Which would prove to be a rather odd and gross-tasting hurdle.
Thinking of the ways I could make lemons taste sweeter
I thought promptly of chocolate milk, and poured in a liter.
But as I brought it outside, it began to smell bad.
My excuse for lemonade only seemed more and more sad.
And while I didn’t make any money, I learned an important lesson,
To not mix lemonade and milk, as seen through this confession.