Cheers…
I don’t much care for jelly shots
I’m drinking, I’m not eating
I don’t much care for alcopops
Quite frankly, that’s just cheating
I turn up my nose at Irish Cream
I’m not here for a milkshake
You want me to down abysnth?
I’m not making that mistake (again)
I’m rather partial to the vodka
Though it’s not very refined
As I mature, to act my age
I often stick to wine
But, ditch the ice and bin the coke,
The drink that my throat yearns
Is a large neat Scottish whiskey
I love the way it Burns
Without I word of a lie, I am cooking the haggis and find this poetry challenge being run by Lords of the Drinks. Enjoy Burns Night. And enjoy a whiskey (or two).
Cogito Ergo Mum 
Love it!
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You are very lovely. Thank you. Hic.
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Simply an awesome poem! Thanks a lot forjoining our challenge.
Cheers,
Micky
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Thank you. It was great fun and an awesome challenge! And I
Love the blog 🙂 .
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Thank you very much for the compliments. I will now collect all the poems and put them in a post all together. I think we have quite the collection of drinking poetry! 😀
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I’ll drink to that.
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Nice! Needles to say I have a beer in my hand as we speak. So cheers! 😀
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