Stella

I'll take two Cuba Libres,
with a side of Jack.
Stella's out,
and she ain't coming back.
She filled up her Saturn, 
and drove to Mars.
To demonstrate the value,
of "American" cars.

She's a wild turkey that Stella.
Don't you forget.
The night she sipped,
from your cup of regret. 

[Quote1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8l06pm/a_simple_poem_about_this_lovely_time_of_year/)

[Quote 2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8l1p4h/stomp/)