In my hands I hold the cold, moist, clear glass
I take a gradual sip, it tastes like bliss,
The sweet, tangy taste of the drink is class,
A shot of alcohol, its bitter kiss.
Lightly with my finger I stir the ice
Cold and cool floating over the fizzy
A blend of many flavours, each so nice,
Tropical shots - in time I'll feel dizzy.
One more sip of the luxurious shot,
The world around me I have forgotten,
Its icy-coolness in a world so hot,
With nothing else am I now besotten.
These moist flavours of pineapple I hail,
There is nothing else quite like this cocktail.