Lime Rickeys

At the malt shop I tend to be picky.

The egg cream and frappe I find icky.

There's one I like better:

That cold whistle-wetter,

The tangy, ice-clanging lime rickey!

Lime rickeys are self-conscious, maverick limericks. They make  good palate-cleansers, especially after too many servings of prose.

Last seen, he was sporting a fez,

A moustache, a pair of pinces-nez,

A badminton racquet,

Maroon smoking jacket,

And a silver dispenser of Pez.

I should be confronting my issues,

Not scribbling verses on tissues.

But a rhyme might appear,

So great that Ed Lear

Would rather fill my shoes than his shoes!