lemon twists nuzzled lime slices

dark rum laced a receptive tumbler

languishing in light rum and curacao

stirred cubes of ice tinkled with joy

grenadine lazed shamelessly therein

listening to pineapple breathe heavily

through cayenne pepper and bitters

a lithe digit was solicitous to me

my imagination interjected and deceived

was but an animated stirrer beckoning

planter's punch and conch chowder

lunch for a Cay man would be served

green waters lapped the cove's harbor

quenching coral sand's voracious thirst

legends and mirth placated a westerly

tortises knew routes to a sailor's pleasure

in Cays latitudes I had played many days

grouper called from the depths enticing

my sporting ways to venture and play

what other value have an aging Bertram

and seagoing man past their primes

than to dice among the Caribbean and coral