CAMPARI ON THE ROCKS
I lost my feelings at Delmonico's,
twice that is, both Tuesday last
and just the other day. It was
9/11 to be sure, and people were
parading around - dancing
the fake 'Mourn,' step-to-step,
yet still wanting some expensive
food. The stockbrokers all
showed a yen for the ladies.
Some single-malt booze and a
Campari to lose. You roomful
of swept-over hairpieces ought
to have known I'd tell. My own
signature smile was Chesire Cat.
You should have known
better than that....
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