A House Without Gin

A house without gin
ain’t worth living in.

A house without whiskey
is a little too risky.

A house void of bourbon
is very disturbin’!

A house with no vodka
makes me wanna read Kafka.

A house with no schnapps
neither bounces nor hops.

A house without rum,
oh my, how dumb!

A house with no wine
is way outta line.

A house without beer
sorta fills me with fear.

A house void of brandy,
not fine, not dandy.

A house sans tequilla,
a really bad deal-ah.

A house without scotch,
I’d call it a botch.

A house lacks vermouth
that’s pretty uncouth.

A house with no port
ain’t really my sort.

A house with no rye
I’d not care to try.

No creme de la menthe:
a sad accident.

No creme de cassis:
disturbs my peace.

A house sans limoncello:
not easy, not mellow.

A house with no Pisco:
better move to Frisco.

A house with no curacao
makes me worry, and how!

A house without Triple-Sec:
Oh woe!  Oh heck!

A house with no drink:
sorta sad, I think.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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