Oh,
funnel-shaped glass.
You're the instrument of choice
for many drinkers.
A green floating mass,
and the shallow thinkers.
Some like you dirty.
Lined up like a row
of inverted umbrellas.
Paired with some blow
to help impress the fellas.
Oh,
martini glass.
I had your blue liquid once.
The taste was good,
but the price was indecent.
It happened years ago,
however,
the trauma’s still recent.
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