It is the morning - -
After the night before!
I know I will have time
To regret this aching head...
Later...
But first,
I must figure out
Where I am.
I only remember
The very beginning
Of what was to be
A fun-filled evening...
The bridesmaid's party
For my best friend...
All the laughter,
All the jokes,
All the fun - - -
And something called
An Apple Martini! !
(7/7/7)
Those babies will take a big bite out of ya, won't they? A caveat for you, Scarlett...keep your distance from the Canadian version, a little banger called, ' The Granny Smith & Wesson' or its cousins, 'The Mean Greenie Martini', and 'The Apple of Here's Mud in Your Eye'. Yeah, no matter how one slices the forbidden fruit, those cocktails are rather ap-pealing, aren't they? G.G.
I hope that isn't the stuff made with grain alcohol...I was found the next morning in the bottom of the pool.
The title reminds me of a Marx Brothers flick, that was never made, but that i watched on channel zero the night before tomorrow...Oh yes...but i turned it off when Harpo began to speak...and decided to read yir' poem, here, which turned out to be an anjoyable decision on my part, & for the sake of yesterdays tomorrow... So, when it comes down to it...ahhhhhh, never mind! Great Stuff! (i meant the poem) FjR
Avoid certain Scottish poets. (They may trick you into believing you need the Lair of the Hogg, when infact you just need a hair of the dog.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scarlett, Pass the Exedrin. Love, R