In dim-lit pub, where laughter spills like ale,
A bartender named Chuck got stoned today.
His thoughts were swirling like a seagull's tail,
As patrons entered looking for ballet.
With brows a-furrowed, Chuck poured gin in doubt,
Mistook a cola for a fizzy drink;
He swayed and twirled, without a single shout,
And served a martini that made folks blink!
“Two shots for you!” he hollered loud and clear,
But only dropped one—onto the floor, alas!
A gentleman grinned, “Is this atmosphere dear?”
While Chuck just shrugged, “It’s class, not crass!”
With giggles echoing like balls in play,
They raised their glasses, “To Chuck, hip-hip-hooray!”
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