I asked her if she wanted some booze
She kicked off her shoes
I asked her if she wanted some liquor
She said pour quicker
I asked her if she wanted some moonshine
She gave me the A-OK sign
I asked her if she would like some tequila, salt, and lime
She replied she didn't mind
I asked her if she would like some whiskey
She confirmed that it makes her frisky
I asked her if she would like some tonic and gin
She looked at me with a grin
I asked if she would like some wine
She stated all of the time
I asked her if she wanted some rye
She declared she was awful dry
I asked her if she wanted some vodka
She asserted only if I put on some Sinatra
I asked her if she would like a martini
She inquired if I was her genie
I asked her for a passionate hug and a kiss
She promised it to be a perpetual bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem