Jasmine

You don’t gesticulate at your inventive best, when others sneer, berate, you open every door, mend all our fences, never see us scared, chattering we begin to shake, drink like all the rest, we won't stop or hesitate, fools we sing forever more, never put us to the test, ask what's the score, the night's cool probate, resides in the West, no matter the toll it takes, forbidden troubadours, demand our presence, you never leave us forlorn, but cool you slake, whatever our cask or blend, sweep away our pain, stay good friends.