There once was a man from Blue Grouse
Who wanted to become fully soused
He got in his car
And went to the bar
And wished he had stayed in his house.
“A robot I need,” said he.
“To prepare a tipple for me.”
He bought some steel rods
And some whiskey pods
And started to work on his spree.
And what does this drink machine void
when you select a drink on your Droid?
It mixes your booze
And out does it ooze
Perfectly blended and poured.
And so now this kind man he is drunk
Thanks to Somabar he’s no longer so sunk.
And four hundred clams he will see
From each devotee
Who wants to get massively crunk.