Betrayal is a thing
With a strange after-taste
It starts off with a zing
That stings your tongue
It’s got a foul odour
You feel it in your lungs
Bitterness follows
Enough to make you gag
The one who gave you this cup
Must surely be mad
They either think it sweet
Or couldn’t give a tweet
Before you beat
A Final, but hasty retreat
Don’t even bother
To cause a stink
Just pass the cup back
Let them have a drink