"She has profound respect for old age.
Especially when it's bottled." - Gene Fowler
A centenarian whispered to me
that her recipe for longevity
was to spurn the call of the pharmacy
for the lore of her private store.
A magical cabinet held a key
which unveiled the grail of vitality
with copious cures for each malady;
stiff elixirs by the score.
She supped on each remedy with glee,
imbibed with a spry alacrity
till her dizzying dose quelled lethargy
and she frolicked across the floor.
It was then this doyenne divulged to me
she was swathed in a haze of inebriety
in her greed to exceed her century
and was pickled for evermore.