Jaegy, Jaegy, chilling cold
In the freezer, liquid gold
Shot back, old school, mix eschewed
Dilution is both rude and crude
Herbal panacea flowing
Coats the throat, begins the glowing
Pungent smell clears out the nose
Tingle reaches head to toes
This liqueur is not for bingeing
Enjoyment on restraint is hinging
Soon returned to frozen den
Til it’s called to task again
Food 4Thought 
Reblogged this on Food 4Thought and commented:
Chugging some cough syrup and was duly reminded of a drink I hold dear to my heart: Jagermeister. The taste of which is oft compared to cough syrup so it was an easy leap. And because this flu is clouding my head and hanging on, I give you a repeat featuring what else?
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we are so going to miss your food poems, they were fun.
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Thanks so much LMA–I’ll have to sprinkle in a few ditties throughout the year and not just wait for April 🙂
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