it's not that i really have a cough...
   my attempt at staging clever...
     hannibal lecter and clarice...
backwards and forward...
anagrams...
        but no... no alliterations:
           fire feeds frivolity and freedom...
there's certainly an F in 'ere...

a spot of 'other: there's a greek in it:
which morphed into: verily vandal prone...
like no: over till it's over:
in the case of: other...

               a decent splash of bombai gin...
and a dash of phillips' o' bristol
grenadine cordial...

             well... if you're going to be shooting
the lame duck...
hardly a low drawn g & t either...
or: teasing a jägermeister:
one of those: five a day... keeps the doctor
away?

                      i'd recommend chicken
scratching some words onto paper -
exfoliating in a labyrinth of paragraphs
and paraphrasing...
bad memory segment...
paraphrasing... since it's not: ver-ba-timothy...

but as long as the end result is:
the sun rose one day...
and was astounded by a sundail -
what's this, kind sunseeker, earth...
this maggot of iron
where once a lonely tree stood?

gin & grenadine cordial... as...
that terrible thing they do of drinking
jägermeister and red bull...
or... ***** and orange juice...
warm *****: period...

                when it's not subject to freezing:
given it's ethanol: and has a lower
freezing point than water:
made into a syrope...

     and that alternative to tequilla: raw...
with the salt and lemon ****... bites...

a black cracovian...
i've had one: i must have had one...
since i invented it...

     *****... stashed in some ambient
maestero's heart...
  usually the fridge-freezer / refrigerator...
till it comes out akin
to the consistency of gomme syrop...

and you'll probably be smoking...
lick of the ol' palette that's the in-between
of a caesar's digit and the index of
the alumni...

a sprinkle of cigarette ash...
licked... the ***** drunk...
        and for the lemon? some black peppercorns...
one or two...

there... that's a black cracovian.