A terrifying, winged beast-ie,
Flew directly from the east-ie,
He cross'd my path with furious venom,
Eyes a-bright like shining lemon.

Twas like a dragon of greenish tint,
Crossed twixt a hairy Murray Mint,
It glared my way with a look of evil,
A-mocking me with gestures gleeful.

At last I realised, with vehement,
Aspinthion is 55%,
Cointreau, too, is another forty,
So perhaps my mind was being naughty?

The beast-ie that flew past my eye,
Was naught else than a butterfly,
Metamorphosised by over-thinking,
Brought about by a night of drinking.


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Lol thats funny... The comment above this one is xD