Martini Poem

Peter and Bill over at the sink.
They're making martinis, 'bout time don't you think?

Pete prefers Beefeater, Bill's choice Bombay,
They've tried many others, but don't often stray.    

Bill's very precise likes it 4 to 1,
Pete, not so particular, vermouth, almost none.

Pete likes an olive. Bill likes a twist.
If there's no fruit he'll use lemon mist.

The first sip brings a smile and good conversation.
There's nothing quite like this Royal libation.

They sip and enjoy, gaze out at the view,
and offer a toast, here's to life, here's to love, here's to you!

You and I over at the sink.
We're making martinis, 'bout time don't you think?

I prefer Beefeater, your choice Bombay,
We've tried many others, but don't often stray.    

You're very precise like it 4 to 1,
I am not so particular, vermouth, almost none.

I like an olive. You like a twist.
If there's no fruit you'll use lemon mist.

The first sip brings a smile and good conversation.
There's nothing quite like this Royal libation.

We sip and enjoy, gaze out at the view,
and offer a toast, here's to life, here's to love, here's to you!