The fresh juice lies

On the fridge of my house

And refreshes people

Till the supply ends

And spreads its scet

In the small kitchen

And entertains the guests

But a juice that's spilt

Down on the tile floors

Can never be drank

By any of sane

Its cleanliness gone

And its flavor is rotten

So someone needs to clean it up

The spilt juice lies

With a messy substance

Of sugar and fruits

But longed a cleaning

And someone is heard

On mopping the floor

For the spilt juice 

Longs for cleaning

The fresh juice has better color

And it fits snuggly in the fridge

And attractive to look at

And it has the label 'juice' on it

But a spilt juice stands down on the floor there

Its being longed for a mop

Its cleanliness gone, and its flavor is rotten

So someone needs to clean it up

The spilt juice lies

With a messy substance

Of sugar and fruits

But longed a cleaning

And someone is heard

On mopping the floor

For the spilt juice

Longs for cleaning