Speaking of zest . . .
(To His Coy Mistress)
...Had we but world enough, and lime,
This tonic, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and pour our gin
And squeeze the lime and tonic in.
Thou by the barstool wouldst propound
Round after round after limey round,
And I would not one round refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews,
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I drink at lower rate.
...And yet it's almost closing time.
The barkeep says they're out of lime,
And now he's crying out, Last call!
Let's go to my place, drink and ball.
If you like lime so much, let's run.
Inside my fridge I'm sure there's one.
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