Zelda's Inferno exercise: write a poem centering around the two randomly chosen words: "scotch" and "pickle"
just pickle me in single malt scotch
when my time has come don't bury me in the ground
or put on a pyre
just pickle my corpus in some fine whisky
to protect my flesh against decay
no cheap rotgut, please
have some respect
no rail whisky
ain't I worth the good stuff?
doesn't have to be single-malt scotch, really
some top-line bourbon would be fine
or a nice Irish, make my grandmother's spirit happy
or a quality vodka, for the Polish side of the family --
would sake work? I don't know the chemisty
I just ask for respect and for preservation
for some simple memorial
to live a life worthy of leaving a memento behind