#drinkinglife

Drink your whiskey, shoot your shots

and have your Guinness beer,

the Irish, they are infamous

as drinkers without peer!

No one can compete with them,

they certainly are able—

until the Poles walk through the door

Today, I made two mojitos

to drink in the afternoon,

I thought that I had made enough

but both were gone too soon.

I went to make a another,

but didn’t have the stuff—

never start to drink unless

Today, I made a gin and tonic

garnished with some lime—

the flavor was so lyrical

it tasted like a rhyme.

In rhythm with the ice cubes,

it flowed across my tongue,

and sooner than expected,

Today, I made a martini,

ingredients are key—

British gin, French vermouth,

combined in harmony.

I drank to the revolution,

I drank one for the queen—

the third was for the channel

Today, I made sangria,

mixed some fruit within my wine,

combining extra flavors

you won’t find on any vine.

Oranges and strawberries,

ripe peaches, spice, and rum—

compared to other cocktails,

Today I made margaritas,

a pitcher full, in fact,

with sweet orange and sour lime

for opposites attract.

I drink straight from the pitcher        

until it puts me on my ass—

but why do I use the plural

Today, I had an old fashioned,

like granddad used to make;

he’d make one after dinner

when he had a stomach ache.

You’ll find one in my hand

in the evening when I’m stressed—

call me old fashioned guy,

Today, I made a zombie

with autumn in the air,

ghosts and Halloween displays

designed to thrill and scare.

Pineapple, lime, and apricot:

add rum, and make it sweet—

a little gift for daddy