There once was a man from Blue Grouse

Who wanted to become fully soused

He got in his car

And went to the bar

And wished he had stayed in his house.

“A robot I need,” said he.

“To prepare a tipple for me.”

He bought some steel rods

And some whiskey pods

And started to work on his spree.

The robot he made is a thrill

It spits out your booze with a chill

Called the Somabar

It’s now a Kickstar

And has so far raised nearly 1/10th of a mill.

And what does this drink machine void

when you select a drink on your Droid?

It mixes your booze

And out does it ooze

Perfectly blended and poured.

And so now this kind man he is drunk

Thanks to Somabar he’s no longer so sunk.

And four hundred clams he will see

From each devotee

Who wants to get massively crunk.