Your Evening Routine.

You get in late,
You take a shot,
Of vodka - straight,
It burns down hot.

You shed your coat,
You shed your tights,
You light the fire,
Knock on the lights.

You pour some wine,
You grab a book,
You hang your vest,
Up on a hook.

You sip your wine,
Your book you read,
Sit by the fire,
With lights you need.