An Ode to Applejack

When my lungs rip a nasty hack
Just douse me in Laird’s Applejack
General George’s medicine
Was cure enough for what ailed him
So let me gargle up the putrid
Nasty yellow cleaning fluid
That makes my Asian ears turn red
Which my wife saved for gingerbread.

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2 thoughts on “An Ode to Applejack

    1. Wow! That is a coincidence!

      And all inspired by the fact I was trying to sleep last night, and I remembered the bottle of Applejack in the fridge. 🙂

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