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Ogden Nash - A Drink With Something In It (Complete poem)
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	There is something about a Martini,
	A tingle remarkably pleasant;
	A yellow, a mellow Martini;
	I wish I had one at present.
	There is something about a Martini,
	Ere the dining and dancing begin,
	And to tell you the truth,
	It is not the vermouth—
	I think that perhaps it`s the gin.

	There is something about an old-fashioned
	That kindles a cardiac glow;
	It is soothing and soft and impassioned
	As a lyric by Swinburne or Poe.
	There is something about an old-fashioned
	When dusk has enveloped the sky,
	And it may the ice,
	Or the pineapple slice,
	But I strongly suspect it’s the rye.

	There is something about a mint julep.
	It is nectar imbibed in a dream,
	As fresh as the bud of the tulip,
	As cool as the bed of the stream.
	There is something about a mint julep,
	A fragrance beloved by the lucky.
	And perhaps it’s the tint
	Of the frost and the mint,
	But I think it was born in Kentucky.

	There is something they put in a highball
	That awakens the torpidest brain,
	That kindles a spark in the eyeball,
	Gliding singing through vein after vein.
	There is something they put in a highball
	Which you’ll notice one day, if you watch;
	And it may be the soda,
	But judged by the odor,
	I rather believe it’s the Scotch.

	Then here’s to the heartening wassail,
	Wherever good fellows are found;
	Be its master instead of its vassal,
	And order the glasses around.
	For there’s something they put in the wassail
	That prevents it from tasting like wicker;
	Since it’s not tapioca,
	Or mustard, or mocha,
	I’m forced to conclude it’s the liquor.
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