Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee to a Diet Coke?

Shall I compare thee to a Diet Coke?

Thou art more tasty and more prune-like perhaps?

Four coins do wrest you from your vending bay

And when SOLD OUT appears I find myself irate.

Sometime too small the 12 ounce portion size

And often is your sodium benzoate maligned

And caramel colored aspartame from sweetener declines

Serving size: one can, but bottles, too, are fine.

But thy strange, delicious flavor shall not fade

Nor lose possession in this belch I maketh

Nor shall you cease to be cool in the shade

For I shall drink you in two gulps and not forsaketh

So long as women can drink phenylalanine

So long is this, Diet Dr. Pepper, the drink of choice for me.