A mix;
Goodbad, bittersweet,
happysad; a tainted treat.
Vivid, exotic colours
that clash with her top,
disguising the taste of the slop.
A paper umbrella gracing the rim,
sheltering the shit that you bought on a whim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol this poem is too good to be about a cocktail, well penned man! ! !