Sunday brought a Sanctified Sangria,
Wine with a halo, but spiked with tequila.
Grapes and berries, holy and sweet,
One glass too many, you'll pray on your feet.
Monday mixed a Moody Mule,
Coffee with vodka - "Wake up, fool!"
Ginger beer kicks, lime bites hard,
By the second sip, you're drunk in the yard.
Tuesday rolled in with Trash Can Punch,
Kool-Aid, rum, and a Cheeto for lunch.
Leftovers tossed in, a fridge clean-out brew,
Drink it real fast or it might drink you.
Wednesday poured a Winefall Storm,
Boxed wine fountain, far from norm.
With soda, fruit, and a splash of gin,
Take a straw, dive in, and hope you can swim.
Thursday shook up Thunder Brew,
Blue curaçao with lightning too.
Pineapple, rum, a crash of ice,
One sip's a zap, two sips ain't nice.
Friday set flames with Freaky Shots,
Cinnamon whiskey in tiny pots.
Cherries on fire, smoke in the air,
By the third round, you don't even care.
Saturday slushed a Smurf Delight,
Blueberry vodka with whipped cream white.
Coconut splash and pineapple kiss,
The hangover's nasty - but the night is bliss.