Wednesday, February 8, 2017
A cordial holiday...
Today we are prompted to use drinking words in ways that have nothing to do with the bar scene, alcohol, or drinking.
A Cordial Holiday
Sweet Sherry and salty Margarita sailed away
for a cordial holiday.
Leaving Manhattan, they were to meet Jim Beam
and John Collins.
At the port of Madeira, came the dismay.
Stood up...the boys obviously held a double standard.
They saw pink champagne colored reefs,
and cockatiels nesting by day,
They slurped sour lemons, ate melons with chard
They paddled into olive green Kahlua shaded water,
thick mangroves by the black velvet night.
They huddled between the sheets ,
bitter but cooler.
On the fifth day they met Rob and Roy for Irish coffees
With the high ball of sun above,
Sherry was beciderself.
Margarita licked the salt on her arm.
A dream fizzled, they sugar coated their error
and set sail for Curacao
in search of the twisted Merry Widow,
met her at old fashioned Mr. Boston's wake,
partaking of a blended absinthe milkshake