Drunk... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Drunk...



having consumed the twisted peel....yes.....spurts of stinging zest
the maraschino...yes...tied the stem in a knot...no digits involved....
and several olives.....yes....green, crunchy.....tiny onions....
I am left with liquid quonundrums....pitchers, ewers...and mine....

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