A Limerick For Martini

I once had a friend named Martini
Who wore on his head a pink beany
On his feet were his shoes
And in many bright hues
Were the laces he ran in betweeny

Our Martini was blessed with a chin
That was square, finely chiselled and thin
ly layered with hair
As if a wombat lived there
But all we ever saw, was a grin

Now Martini has talented toes
Because they twinkle wherever he goes
And when music's around
They fair twitch at the sound
and then stiffen in a bewitching pose

Although famous for unsettling grace
Our Martini also had a nice face
On which sat cute young girls
18+, pigtails, curls
Just as long as there was enough space

And for work our Martini was blessed
With the skill to harrass, bitch and test
He would point, he would yell
He would scream, cast a spell
Till the evil ones died or confessed

So Martini had no need to niggle
Every part of his life was a giggle
And the moral is clear
Forget goodwill or cheer
Just smile, while they sit there and wiggle