Mojito Royale

Mojito Royale

Rum, lime, and mint

Floating on an ice crush,

Meet up with a grand dame—

A real Brut—
Bubbles escape, for a change.

Strings of them rise in pairs,

Move to groups of threes

Before settling down to

A regular pattern,

So Goddamn predictable.

One must down the glass

Before that happens.

And then jump in the sea.