Beneath the bar's warm, inviting glow,
Even the olives seem to dance, you know!
Nimbly he shuffles, with a grin wide and spry,
Delightfully dazed, our bartender's high.
Eager to stir up a cocktail or two,
Rummaging through bottles, unsure what to do.
Never has gin tasted so sweet on his tongue,
Giggling at regulars, feeling quite young.
Every time he spills a drink, it’s a laugh, not a hitch,
Revealing how joy makes the best kind of pitch!
“Shaken or stirred?” he asks with a cheer,
Oddly forgetting what drink is most dear.
Freestyle mixology, he’ll invent on the spot,
Margarita with pickles? Why not give it a shot!
It’s a wild ride when he’s feeling this way,
Xylophones play as he muddles the clay.
Over at the tap, who needs craft beer?
Last call’s the best, when he’s dancing with cheer!
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