TequilaA Poem by SorenIn Aztec land out of volcanic sand grew agave blue From its piña core natives liquid pour, pulque the god's brew of dew Mezcal has a worm causing your stomach to squirm, rustic it's called Made from agave too, distilled once not two, drinking it you should be appalled Tequila.. with this drink you'll feel a... raise in spirits Peel a... lime ta reveal a... burning surprise... near-its salted rim, a drink not malted, a hymn served with crushed ice Warm to the tongue mixed in lemon's sour juice wrung... a vice José okay for every day for the weekend Patrão On a holiday... taste the bouquet, Don Julio will atone but to rule, as god of the bar stool... serve tequila Clase azul Even a blind fool will drool sipping this liquid jewel
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