Vodka Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Vodka

We had the trawlers
In the Gulf, not ocean.

Persian Gulf was place
To dip in and compare,
Study; earn knowledge.

Was I wise or a dumb?
When signing contract?

Chartered an Aeroflot
And brought Soviets…

My knowledge of Russia
Came of books and class.

I was lost, bewildered
When received complaint
On Vodka business!

Knew not that Moscow
Had acted as mother,
Soviets, children…

Kids aware of mother
Being, mostly milk-less,
Learned a needed lesson.

When having nothing else
Made fun of everything
Include hot water in kettle,
Invited: "Have White Tea! "

They pickled, preserved
And in times converted
For the time of rareness,

Trawler's engine-man
Collected the portions,
Converted the sugar
To vodka; for sailors!