There is a special time of year ...
when caution is thrown to the wind ...
the taste buds unfurled
and I plan to sleep where I drink ....
I am not known
to be a drinker
call it genetics ...
I am sure that I could submit to the nastiness
lose myself and my troubles
to the tempting bottle
but to be truthful
I am not really interested
until now ...
tis the season ...
plump, fresh ruby red strawberries
the juice dripping from every bite ...
best served in a glass with rum and ice ...
a little spin in the blender
and all is well .....
yum .....
when caution is thrown to the wind ...
the taste buds unfurled
and I plan to sleep where I drink ....
I am not known
to be a drinker
call it genetics ...
I am sure that I could submit to the nastiness
lose myself and my troubles
to the tempting bottle
but to be truthful
I am not really interested
until now ...
tis the season ...
plump, fresh ruby red strawberries
the juice dripping from every bite ...
best served in a glass with rum and ice ...
a little spin in the blender
and all is well .....
yum .....
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