Ginger Ale

I don’t drink soda as a rule, But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool – I think of sick days as a kid And do the things my mother did. She served us soup and toast and tea And baked potatoes, naturally, And then, of course, was ginger ale, A stomach balm that would not fail. So that’s the diet I’ve imbibed, Exactly as I’ve just described. Yet here’s a fact that I found strange About how ginger ale did change. We had one old can – ordered more And when they got here from the store, The new ones tasted much less sweet, The reason worth a quick repeat. The older version said it had 140 calories – not bad. The current cans have 1-3-0, For sugar’s not the way to go. The old one brought me to my youth. The newer one, to tell the truth, Just wasn’t worth it to my tongue – Its praises I would not have sung. So now I’ll stick to herbal tea Or Gatorade until I see That I am back and in the clear To sip my coffee and my beer.