"Careful with the ethanol,"
Said a fume of whisper hush.
As a thundered bolt and fire ball,
Engorged the moment with a rush.
The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini,
Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft.
Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie,
Who puffed up in the rush and coughed.
"Cover your mouth, you elemental,"
I sneered at the legless haunt,
Dental...
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