On the rocks

 Bloody-Mary's with whisky mouths, 
toast all-co-hollers, with glass-jaws drooling.
Tanked battalions, drafted on orders,
wined up bitter on the rocks.

Bar-sugars with brown-cow eyes,
watch beer bellied bouncers, with blood-shot fingers, 
sling-a-pore-singer, with boozed-breathed ballads. 
Phonics and tonics, on the rocks  

Stewed-tomatoes flash rose smiles,
at pickled lagers with bottle-necks tipping,
under paid waitress; with little brown jugs,
serves the last call, on the rocks.  

Screwed drivers with heads hung over,
tequila-sunrises on icy roads shining,
Newfies screeching with nerves bar-tender,
one more for the rocks on the road

By Jove !