Tequila

sorenbarrett

In Aztec land out of volcanic sand grew agave blue
From its piña core natives liquid pour, pulque the god's brew of dew
Mezcal has a worm causing your stomach to squirm, rustic it's called
Made from agave too, distilled once not two, drinking it you should be appalled

Tequila.. with this drink you'll feel a... raise in spirits
Peel a... lime ta reveal a...  burning surprise... near-its
salted rim, a drink not malted, a hymn served with crushed ice
Warm to the tongue mixed in lemon's sour juice wrung... a vice

José okay for every day for the weekend Patrão
On a holiday... taste the bouquet, Don Julio will atone
but to rule, as god of the bar stool... serve tequila Clase azul 
Even a blind fool will drool sipping this liquid jewel

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Online Online)
  • Published: January 18th, 2025 04:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: I normally don't take requests but in response to a challenge by Teddy to write a poem on tequila here it is.
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