No More Olives
I am sorry to say,
there are no more olives today.
For gin, I have Beefeater and Tanqueray.
I also have Gordon’s, Seagram’s, and Bombay.
There are a few others you can see.
I have the best dry vermouth with Martini and Rossi.
I can put some together in a pitcher with ice.
Then I can stir it up until it is frosty and nice.
What was that you said, Mr. Gibson?
You want your drink served with a pearl onion?
I will go and see if they are around.
I am sure a jar of them can be found.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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