Spanish Caff Incident

And the waiter Jose,
who knows me and
who has become a 
big mate of mine
I suppose
even though 
he prefers Rosé,
shouts,

"Tinto. Cinco!"

And then my other pal, 
Sevvy.
Who like me,
used to love a bevvie
until his life got somewhat heavy,
advises strongly 
and not wrongly
that I oughta have
a glass of water instead.

"Por favor.
You know the score.
With a nice
slice of 
lime for 
the rhyme.

Ole!"