We'Re Flying To Prague
The ache in my back
puts me on track
for a double dose
of rum and cognac
The pain in my feet
I'd like to delete
Pour me a double martini
stick of cherry zucchini
The throb in my head
makes me feel half-dead
I know this sounds risky
a liter, 90-proof whiskey
Thus fortified
no need for bromides
We're flying to Prague
make mine an eggnog
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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