At Joe's bar, our hero starts his shift,
With dreams of craft cocktails and a flair so grand,
But his vision’s a little... shall we say, adrift.
His apron reads “Happy Hour” as he toils and tiff,
But the jigger's but a feather in his shaky hand,
At Joe's bar, our hero starts his shift.
He muddles the mint while his thoughts start to lift,
“Is this a mojito or just a green band?”
But his vision’s a little... shall we say, adrift.
As he spills some gin—oh, what a splashed gift!
Patrons laugh as the drink’s like a quicksand,
At Joe's bar, our hero starts his shift.
“A whiskey neat? Oh wait, that’s just a rift,”
He served a cat video instead of a brand.
But his vision’s a little... shall we say, adrift.
The tips roll in, and he takes it as a lift,
Pouring mimosas, now that’s his grand plan,
At Joe's bar, our hero starts his shift,
But his vision’s a little... shall we say, adrift.
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