Ode to a Bloody Mary
What is it, dear, about you,
That makes me love you so?
Piquant you are and salty
As the fabled Russian roe.
You have a lovely color,
You have a taste divine,
You give me all I need to
Wash away that awful wine. :wink:
And so I thank you darling
For the pick-me-up I need.
You are the hostess with the mostess
And I love you dear, indeed.