Ode to a Martini

This inaugural post will kick off with a poem dedicated to two very dear friends, which, I think, captures perfectly the slightly old-fashioned, slightly British, and slightly decadent spirit that this poetry blog will attempt to maintain throughout its meteoric existence. It was written after the serendipitous discovery of that pillar of Western literature, 'A Drink with Something in It' by Ogden Nash. If you do not like your martini drier than dust, a la Winston Churchill, this poem, and indeed this blog, may not be for you.


Ode to a Martini

Oh verdant gin martini,
as dry as British wit,
a paragon of pleasure,
with grace in form and fit.

What villainy to taint you
and hide your heady truth,
to burden so with baseness
of common dry vermouth.

And onions, too, dishonor,
so only one may do:
a single, humble olive,
or rather, make that two.