A couple of weeks ago, I was walking past a juice stall on my way to work, and there was a bloke out the front with a microphone, espousing the benefits of buying a bottle of juice in the morning. Before I was at my desk, I had composed the following:
Oh, the juice bar at the station's got a spruiker,
He yells into that microphone all day,
His fruit, it ain't enchanted
It's just squeezed and then decanted
It's a wonder he's got anything to say.