A missive from the Bouncily Appreciative Poets Society
Here is a poem that was NOT, repeat NOT, written by me. Nor was it written by Ogden Nash, though it almost sounds like it could have been. It was instead penned by a costly full-figured Teuton of my acquaintance, but I thought her vibrant linguistics were worth sharing with the assembled masses...
Poem That Is About Gin by A. German
There's nothing that's quite so sublimely harmonic, There's nothing that causes more pleasure within Than drinking a sprinkle of very good tonic With quite a few dashes of very good gin.
The power it holds over me is demonic, Yet being hedonic feels not like a sin, My love for it is, after all, quite platonic – O hail gin and tonic! Goodbye to chagrin!