G. I. N.

Hello. I have written a thing which I would like to share with you. I think it's fairly self-explanatory. It's called "G. I. N." and goes thusly:

G. I. N.

Gin is nice. Gin is nearly godlike in nature. Gin is not guzzled in negligence. Gleefully it nestles, golden, in naive gullets.
Imbibe now, guys. Ingest nonchalantly, girls. If nominal gender is nuanced, gladly intake numerous glasses.
It's not grotesque. It's naughty, granted - it necessitates guidance. I now get it: novices, genuine ingenues need graduated instructors nearby. Generally, innocent newbies gain insight.
Needing grounding, I neck goblets; it nurtures generosity inside normally guarded individuals.
Gods! I'm navel-gazing - it's nervousness, gang, innit?
Native garrulousness is napping. Grinning, I nod.
Goodbye is now.


One hopes you're well,
yrs,
ADWoodward