Will stood on his Soap Box in front of the Carbonated Cantina (in New Y ork), and arms open wide, he began.

GingerAle; a tasty treat,
So sweet and yet so fizzy.
Knocks me off my feet,
Makes me feel so dizzy.

I long for your smooth taste,
I crave you in my hands.
I rush to you in haste,
I'd drink you from a can.

You help my motion sickness,
You sooth my cough and throat.
You are a secret mistress,
Your soft drink has my vote.

So fiery, but humor dry,
You aren't chilled by ice.
This love for you's no lie,
For you I'd pay the price.

With you I shall not fail,
Deny me and I'm a leper.
Oh Ginger be my Ale,
Let's share a Dr Pepper.

Must I really say more? Can she really deny me now? Ginger? Where'd you go? Ginger?

I must say I'm not used to being wooed in such poetic and public fashion. Normally I wake up the next morning dazed, confused, and hungover.

So this feeling I'm experiencing right now...

Is it love? Is it indigestion? Is it over-carbonation?

It's actually a fart because that was such a load of SHIT! Who woos women with soda pop? Honestly, I'm telling you all that one day soda pop will make our country fatter than EVER! God damn big company marketing media.

Throws a beer to WillHayes.

True love, in a can!

Trainer stands by and listens to what is being said. " I have to agree with skate, there is more love in a can of beer than soda pop!" With that he steps back awaiting another attempt at wooing by will

With all the poetry going around, it sparks vhawk17's interest. He stands up from th tattered table he is sitting at and yells out; "YOU WANT POETRY I CAN GIVE YOU POETRY". He anounces he heard this one from a dame he once knew...Jasmine.

Lovin a gangster is so hard 2 do
it's like your lovin them n hoping they love you 2,
coming home late everynite,
waking up the next day, then your out of my site,
i cant go thru this cuz your breaking my heart,
sometimes it feels like we're torn apart,
you say you love me, but those are jus words,
you never really showed me how much you cared,
i wish you could open your eyes and see how much of my love i gave you,
but you say your a gangster, and your down for your hood,
but your nothin to me but a stranger that's not even down for his lady,
you see where this is goin,
i thought we were meant to be,
but this is how love goes wen your in love with a gangster.

With the end of the poem, vhawk17 looks around as everyone is silent. Grumbles to himself; "What can any of you possibly know about love anyhow." Then throws back 2 more shots, gets up and staggers off.

Trainer looks on is disbelief of.what he has just heard He looks around at all who are there and says " What the hell was that all about" He shakes his head " I know i said there was love in a beer, but i don't know about shots and what they make people door say!" With that he slurps the last of his beer and heads off to get another shaking his head as he goes.