Some days fortune laughs like
A Scotch whisky, Jack Daniels
On old Tennessee Cow boy's choice
Sizzling in my throat
And London dry gin
It rains so much
Southern comfort to keep one company
Malibu with coconut tree
Sits like paradise to visit
Hawaii blue, margarita on island
And when one says vodka
No need to mention
Origins of the Kalashnikov
Like the AK 47
Spreads around like a KGB agent
Sat with fortune of contradiction
Some days fortune laughs
Like an old Mexican tequila
Not by the borders crossing
That would be like
Having the "depth charge"
Absinthe, bourbon,
Maker's mark, wild turkey
And Jim Beam, legless
All in one shot, not a good idea
Some days it rains fortune
In my throat, bar man, drinks honoured
Saturday night makes it feel just right
Perlease: never Scottish for the drink: Scotch is it. Never Scotch for a Scotsman, Scottish or a Scot, like my OH.
ReplyDeleteOtherwise I enjoyed your poem very much.
I'll have a Margarita, please! Your poem made me thirsty!
ReplyDeletegood one.....thanks for sharing the drinks
ReplyDeleteKodjo,
ReplyDeleteA lovely array of the wonders of life and those tasteful drinks.
Cheers!!!
Eileen
Fun poem! :) Name your poison!
ReplyDeleteLove this, Kodjo. Didn't occur to me that the sizzle prompt would have a swizzle stick! Amy
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good one. cheers!
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