kombucha keg

It was the day they filled the keg with kombucha.

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"What’s kombucha?," he thought to himself,
”Some new fandangled cider?”
But he was down to try new things,
Make his horizons wider.
It was a Friday afternoon, and thus,
’Twas time to wind it down.
To drink a pint from his old mug,
Then find a bar downtown.
But he drank and drank and drank and drank,
And still he had no buzz.
He wondered what was wrong with it…
And what's with all the fuzz?
His stomach hurt, his arm was tired,
His dash turned to a limp.
But he kept on, despite the pain,
He would not be a wimp.
And with a final heave and chug,
The keg he ripped asunder.
A developer, turned manager,
Turned probiotic wonder.