One Too Many Martinis
The invasion of the body snatchers
It carried me away
One too many Martinis and D-g knows what I’ll say
Always a strong drinker, can hold my tongue
Rarely sloppy, never overhung
But one too many Martinis and I’ll spend the day in bed
Having spilt without thinking everything that’s in my head
No secret too sacred, no confession too grim
No compliment inappropriate, no matron too prim
A Vesper is the worst
The classic Casino Royale
Three parts vodka
Five parts gin
A dash of Bitters
A twist of lemon completes the mix
Two of them and I’m a mess
One too many Martinis undoes me every time
© Ian Lilburne 2017