Sublime beverage, supreme tipple,
The slick nectar (but the Haig’s slicker!)
Which gods drew from a divine nipple
And thick nights became a lot thicker.
I’m Pict-Scot, which means a good picker,
I thus drank, and through my veins flowed a
Benign magic, yes, the true ichor
A large whisky and a small soda.
A full double, or perhaps triple,
Descends slowly – feel the sparks flicker
(T’would cure wholly a complete cripple)
And warm cockles of the tired “ticker”.
The world’s sick and will be still sicker
Of Krupp, Vickers and the Czech, Skoda,
So serve quickly, lest the thugs bicker,
A large whisky and a small soda.
In dark Russia, by the Don’s ripple
They like vodka – the effect’s quicker
But bring Walker and a wee sip’ll
Convert Malenkov, that dull sticker,
And dour Molotov, his side-kicker;
From Kamchatka to the wide Oder,
O let’s wish them, with a slight snicker,
A large whisky and a small soda.
Envoi
Beware, Lady, of the dear Vicar,
He’s just waiting for the rhyme’s coda,
He likes ladies and he loves liquor –
A large whisky and a small soda.
(H S Mackintosh)
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