Delayed! Which is why it's 365 poems in 365 days rather than a year of a poem a day. I haven't failed until New Year! Bonus. This obliquely came out of movie night.
One and a half measures of gin and an egg white
Four dashes of grenadine, ice, shake with all your might.
Strain and pour in a glass; garnish with a cherry.
This drink, for Lady Penelope, Pink Lady.