Oh, what a sight when the clock strikes eight,
A bartender breezes in, feeling just great.
With a twinkle of joy and a giggle so sly,
He's served up the night, oh my, oh my!
His apron’s askew, like a flag in the breeze,
Lost in his thoughts, pouring drinks with such ease.
“Do you want an Old Fashioned or maybe some zest?”
He fumbles the bottle—“What’s in this? Just blessed?”
With a wink and a nod, he mixes a brew,
Throwing in sprigs of mint, or was it a shoe?
“Here’s your martini, with just a touch of flair,”
“Oh wait, that’s my sandwich! Can I make you a pair?”
Patrons are puzzled but cannot retreat,
As he serves them each round with laughable feats.
“Two tequilas, shaken! A splash of the moon!”
He dances like no one—this guy’s quite the cartoon!
But fear not, dear friends, for he’s all in good fun,
As the bar laughs and tumbles, it’s all a good run.
So raise up your glasses to this jolly old chap,
The high bartender’s magic—at least there’s no map!
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