Apple Cider

Fall's Best Drink deserves an acrostic poem dedicated to it.

Another October's come

Pluck the freshest apples from the tree

Pick the ripest apples from the ground

Let them be sorted, mashed and juiced

Exclusive fall delicacy

Can't believe it's here again.

In gallons with that distinct dark orange hue

Don't mistake it for Apple Juice!

Every October, it's at its best

Refreshing cider which beats all the rest

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think this type of poem is called an acronym, but I may be wrong. Whatever, this one is quite clever and captures the fall season very nicely.