Pernod Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Pernod



Our latest great celebrity, the Pope
would never ever touch the stuff called dope.
A relative lived right next door
and knew him thusly from before,
the Pope, he says (he ought to know)
likes the absinthe in straight Pernod.

Pernod is French of course, and not
what real drinkers would call hot,
as milky fluid kisses lips
take it in gulps and not in sips.

The previous Pope was fond of fat,
and wore a Krakow (Polish) hat.
Fat sausage was his daily fare,
its spices do create some air
which does escape through the rear gate
and drives away your staunchest mate.
Now that you know about the Pope
I guess your wishes and your hope
will concentrate on Pernod fils*
that's sure to keep you on the piss.

Note: Pernod is about 68 Vol/% alcohol.
The Pope always has liked liquorice and it is rumoured that
he drinks Pernod to this day since the anise of both Liquorice
and Pernod are hard habits to break

* pronounced fiss

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Callie Carroll 26 June 2008

On a diet and hoping poetry will stave off the yearning for my nightly bock- but alas, I find alcohol poetry to tempt me. Enjoyed it much and now have a new yearning.

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