A Day In My Cups And Glasses

A zombie, I slog toward the kitchen.
The sun herself, asleep when I rise.
My reward like me, hot and bitter.
I drink my coffee black, no surprise.

Now that the day has started,
it’s pink lemonade for me.
The tartness so refreshing,
that I drink no less than three.

It’s afternoon and I’m dragging.
to keep up the pace of my day,
monster on ice is delicious.
I’m finally awake, hooray!

The long day is over, the evening is mine.
A cork screw, a bottle, a glass of red wine…
rich floral bouquet, like my humor, it’s dry.
Feet up, satisfaction, a fine day gone by.

It’s important to stay hydrated…
or get dizzy, and faint, with headache,
leg cramps, constipation, confusion,
all fixed with fluids, please partake.

Aug 22, 2014
Pick Your Potion
Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?

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