Amulets As Fishcakes
When I went to Inverness
In search of wisdom, more or less,
All the people on the train
Gave me whisky, pure as rain
As I drained the second shot
Clouds of wisdom, dank and hot,
Filled my head with golden light
But something felt just not quite right
It wasn't LSD, I knew,
That always turns my kneecaps blue
Or turpentine from upper Dee
I ruled that out immediately
Usquebaugh - it might have been -
Aqua vitae, pure and clean
From furthest Oban, on the shore
Or Islay, west a little more
The thing I missed was olives green!
Olives "were" I'm sure you mean
No harm to those who like to bask
In an Amontillado cask
What we learn from this is clear:
Singular verbs with nouns appear,
How oft we like to say, "Avast!"
When drinking Scotch at quarter-past
Thus, with toping, I've found out
That those who take their turn to shout
And twist like Lennon on a scream
White room was a song by Cream
Bollocks all, I must conclude!
Only now, by being crude
At poem's tail and bottle's end,
Goodfellow shall make amend
| Contributors: | Apsley, P, Roland, loaf, Beefy, Grayman, Nigel Sly, Anon., asdf. |
| Poem finished: | 19th April 2004 by Apsley. |