Ode To Gin
You may sing of your vodkas premium
And your whisky blended or malt,
Of how brandy banishes tedium
Or Margaritas are better sans salt.
But for serious and constant imbibers
There’s no doubt the verdict is in.
I’ll bypass the beers and the ciders
And head straight for the London Dry Gin.
T’was William of Orange, the Dutchman,
Who first brought the liquid to town.
Of previous spirits t’was better than
And Billy was offered the crown.
We all know of Churchill’s Martini
That got us from Blitz to Berlin.
A withering glance at the vermouth,
Now fill up the P.M. with gin!
Though Monday ‘til Friday feels marginal
While slaving against our free will,
We still like to sip “an occasional”
For London Dry style is a thrill.
So if temperance you find tyrannical,
Since denial of drink is a sin,
Join me in a study botanical
And here’s to a bloody large gin!
