Owner Beware!

This is the absolute story of my Vodka Bottle and the gradual disappearance of its content.

An almost empty Absolut; in my closet it lie,

Half filled with memories; rest yet to espy.

Call it a demanding gift; call it a bottle of strength,

An out of range friend; gave it on an unexpected consent.

Flashed its silver armour before a dive to fly,

And it sparkled and twinkled without a night sky.

I unsealed the glass figure with a concealed pride,

“Its Cheers to the people in the room!” we cried.

With strummed music to drink; and magic potions to hear,

A Baker’s dozen swayed with peculiar head gear.

A quarter was soon under my stable custody,

The one third empty statue mocked “You’re a slave to me”.

At the crack of dawn; it was closing time to indulge,

Saw the mould hug its image on a mirrored ledge.

A grave negligence to leave it unguarded and free,

To find it guzzled in few days; by unwanted company.

Two thirds gone; said the pessimist in me,

Still wishful to recover; sighed “Who could it be?”

Now in a cabinet safe from harm it lies night and day,

I guess best possessions are better tucked away.