Best Vermouth Poems

Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth
As to bluntly say what is on my mind,
So, I shall blame the stale vermouth.
Dismay that I am so bitterly uncouth
To go through life with this sad truth,
It is necessary, I admit, for me to find
Dismay that I am...

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The forest had an eerie enchanted feeling.
His blade was itching to be slashing and reeling.
Vermouth stood his ground in this canopied ceiling.
Hearing the enemy in every whisper and dealing.

His men watched him carefully, at the ready.
There was Battle Axe Henry and Look out Freddy.
He held...

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A sleuth who thought truth too uncouth
Invented a villain named ‘Ruth’.
Her crimes, though quite quaint,
Compelled him to faint,
Reviving his nerves with vermouth.
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