Ode To A Martini
Oh Crystal glass I see your gleam,
With beads of sweat that glisten.
As cold as Artic ice you seem,
To those who will not listen,
Two drops of dryest vermouth wine
Two olives, queens-sized and green.
Juniper juices aged so fine,
Poured over the icy diamond's sheen.
Gently stirred as if introducing friends.
And slowly turned into the frosted glass.
After two of you even the worst day mends,
But after three ... I'm on my ass!
Pecozbill
(© June,2000)
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