Seltzer Poem in the New York Times

Seltzer Poem in the New York Times

In this week’s Metropolitan Diary in the New York Times, an Ilene Bauer published the following poem:
SELTZER BOTTLES
I often pass a window
Near the street where I reside,
And glancing at it, visions of my past
It does provide.
For it contains two seltzer bottles,
Spritzers facing in.
I wonder if my childhood home
Is one place they have been.
For growing up in Brooklyn,
Seltzer bottles we would get,
Delivered in a wooden box,
Along with one U-Bet.
To make a perfect egg cream,
You put U-Bet in a glass.
Your mom said, “Just a little!”
An amount you would surpass.
On top of all that syrup,
You’d add milk, but just a splash.
Then you’d squirt the seltzer in
And mix it in a flash.
Voilà! The bubbles burbled as
From bottom up they rose;
And as you sipped, you always got
A tickle on your nose.
The seltzer in the stores now
Doesn’t have that wicked squirt.
If you could taste the difference,
Why, I’m sure you would convert.
So when I see those bottles,
I begin to reminisce;
And seltzer joins the list of things
From childhood that I miss.

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