Pitchers of Martini

PITCHERS OF MARTINI A fond getaway Where the A Major has never sounded better - Beethoven’s Seventh, of course with Szell, on reel – The basement is musty, smoky and bachelor dirty hosting two teachers on a Friday night They sip Laugh Light up Cut slivers of cheddar Sip Laugh Drag Then, playing conductor, perform horrendous gyrations, herky-jerky like the first movement Fun! They sip Laugh Drag Taste Gyrate And on Till the pitcher is gone Then another pitcher (forget the olives) On and on Until Half the nine symphonies are played Until One or the other is drunk The cat – Figaro – has been curled up on an arm chair The din is ear-splitting! At last Figaro rises Stretches Yawns Pads slowly upstairs