Floetry in potion: Get you a notion of this, just a sip;
no commotion, smooth like baby lotion and Hennessey,
cures lisps, fits you out for crown and scepter,
plays Clarice to your Hannibal Lecter, spins hits like Phil Spector.
— Wait, don’t expectorate yet! There’s (not unexpectedly) more —
(I love the French–they have that certain, how do you say, menage-a-trois.)