An Ode' to Vodka

Oh beautiful being,
Thine simple fulfilling of everyday lies
Thy alluring dreams and serendipitous awakenings
Ye art mine chosen, nary forlorn

Lief appear thou and wish mine speed
Torn twixt ne'er ending mazes and rocks
I wist thy amorous, dandy deeds
Afore dawn, alack! Come hither through fogs

Aye! I see the fiddling-riddling hands
Transcends the mind athwart
Night is nigh mayhap through sands
Begrudgingly sith twilight halts

Oh! Alas! Arite Vodkae touted bitter
Thou turned out nowise needs
I am forsure fain as peaches in winter
Meseems already follow thine leads


~This poetic work is not about Vodka


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