Lets Have a Mojita
Let’s have a blueberry mojito she said.
Not knowing liquor, mine went straight to my head.
Do you want another one? She asked me soon after.
Not yet, I said, as I climbed down from the rafter.
What’s wrong with grandma? A little one said.
She drank a mojito, and it went straight to my head.
Let’s make sure she does not have another one said Uncle Lou.
Don’t worry, I thought. I would be dead after two.
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