In the start of this semester, on one funny night,
It was decided to keep one particular can of Buds out of sight.
A pledge was taken, that this can would be forsaken,
After all, it was decided until assignments are over,
Until grades are seen,
The can of Buds won't be free.

Weeks turned to months in the academic dance,
The Bud, hidden behind paneer and cheese, yearned for a chance.
Seasons changed, trees shed their leaves,
Winter was here, but the Bud was not seen.
The fridge opened numerous times; it waited patiently to release its fizz.

Then came the day, the semester's end in sight,
The Thursday dawned, breaking the long plight.
We all knew, it was its time.

It shall be free.