There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.
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I love it! I shall learn this by heart whilst drinking French Martinis. Even if I have to drink seven of them...so be it! Hmmmm where's my Gin? There it is on my bedside table....off I go lol: -)
fantastic. i like the world play and writing and drinking go hand in hand like old lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr Nash, you are immortal, sir. I hear the gods laughing.