DRINKING SONG

He lay with me upon a time,

sweet it was and lemon-lime.

Wedding ring and ringing bell,

Champagne was it never hell.

Coffee tea and morning toast,

none loved more and love was most.

Up we dressed for dinner out,

Prozac and Prosecco, doubt.

Peace in time and time to seethe.

Open wine and let it breathe.

Mix up our imperfect match:

dry martini, olive branch.

Jesus, who agreed the whore

he shall have with him always more?

Econo Lodge and Scottish Inn,

vodka, orange, scotch, and gin.

Years and years they met by day,

nights and nights forgot away

till the thing had not occurred.

Whiskey, whisper not a word.

What knows who was laced with truth,

shaken cocktail? Twist of ruth?

Panic and alarm creep back,

Ativan and Armagnac.

In my mind the slipping gears.

In our come-cries down the years

sometimes was love not sublime?

Another round, and hold the crime.