Bubbling brews all around, he shuffles in,
All the bottles eagerly await the spin.
Raising a glass, he miscounts the shots,
“Did I make this drink, or is it in pots?”
“Oops! That’s gin, and that’s... um, slime?
Tastes like my shoe—now that’s a crime!”
Eagerly mixing, he forgets the request,
“Is this a margarita or a fruity jest?”
Never a dull moment, though drinks might be strange,
Exuberantly high, he’s the king of deranged!
Ready to laugh as the night rolls along,
“Who ordered this chaos? Oh wait, I was wrong!”
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