Bloody Mary Sunday, M.Adomaitis

Bloody Mary Sunday
by Mark Adomaitis

The dog that bit us late, last evening
Was truly a prohibited grain;
We’d counterattack with a six-pack
But that won’t annihilate our pain…

A cool juice of pulpy vermillion
With an unbridled horse radish bite!
A celery beam so crisp and green
Like the money we spent last night!

Lavishly topped with a red hot sauce
Then it’s hours on the couch for us;
The TV guide helps plan our ride
Until the pitcher is vacuous!

If we ever run out of vodka
We’ll make a jug with whiskey or gin;
Since we all still define alcohol
Absolutely the best medicine!