Riddonkulous

From my throat, the water will flow Over the lip, and into the waiting, open moutb A hesitant splash, a steady stream, ending with a dribbling trickle- The only deviance being when ice suddenly makes an appearance. I function well with both heat and cold, Flanked in silver, or close enough to fool, Unless, you'd prefer a plastic tool? On a hot day, I quietly sweat Holding fast the sweetly tart lemonade