La Reine D'Alcool - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Well, I do admit
I did imbibe
perhaps a fluid ounce too much
the night before last night.
Though nothing can,
not even ethanol
stop me from brushing
those remaining teeth
with special drops
of noble oils,
it is for their salvation.
Regarding in the mirror
those finely chiselled,
and extra handsome features,
I brushed a minute longer,
just to admire what I saw.
But sabotage occurred
there in the depth of night.
Because I woke to find
that someone must have come
to change the landscape,
that which had been civilised
the night before, I swear
and what I see this morning
is a puszta full of tracks
and byways off the highways
as well as potholes and worn spots.
It will be vital to discover very soon
just who the culprit was, I'll let you know.
Ooops, never mind my friends,
it's late and I am just about to go to bed.
The search is off because I looked,
and found, while brushing choppers,
that all has been restored to normal,
somehow, in the daytime, wow, I'm thrilled,
so once again I can admire chiselled features
of such a handsome man, and one who does
appear to not have aged in twenty years.
Life can be good I say to her, La Reine d'Alcool.
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