Is the drink
A dash of vodka
And then, I think...
The crazy begins
And sip a sip
A love to sin
And then a slip
Into the place
I can't avoid
Too fast apace
Until annoyed
A crash and bang
Look up to scarce flee
that slippery clang
Escape to martini
With heavy feet light
I dance long away
And far into the night
Yet tempted to stay
"But then, I'm not
A darling, you see."
The one never caught
and thus ends me!
