Frankendrink
Always on the wagon
Dreading the platform
Bluevine in their mugs
Fogs their visions
"Frankendrink", they claim
"Warm it above the flame
Add the freshest pear
And steer the wagon wheel
Lady Frankendrink", they state
On board the wagon with sails
"Clockwise?", the lady asks
"The bluevine is in your mugs
Frankendrink", the lady adds
"Shall ferry you to the lights"
"Lady Frankendrink?", they ask
Atop the platform's arch
"It's in your mugs", the lady adds
"Frankendrink is in your hands"
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