French Distortion Times Three

To Grey Goose

Cool, sweet distortion is what I crave.

The sweet French variety,

fat olives in abundance,

always serve best.

Problems

of the

long,

hot

day

seem

to just melt away

after just one of these magic potions.

“Shaken, not stirred,” was Bond’s steady reply.

What an ingenious answer to

the action and intrigue.

Even the slope

of the

cool,

slim,

clear

glass

reminds me of a topless,

passionate woman, ready to ease my pain.

Yes, you can keep all your bliss of the inferior.

I take my chilled relief of reality

with olives or onions.

I’m very easy

to please.

Just

chill

it,

add

vermouth

and it must by all means

be thoroughly of the French variety.

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006