Which shall I try tonight?
I open the cupboard and they sit there,
These wonderful nectars from Scotland.
The Laphroaig shouts at me
As this is my favourite,
But the others are so wonderful.
Talisker the one I have seen brewed,
Taking me back to that time on Skye
Where my lover and I shared our dreams.
There sits the Auchentoshan,
Introduced to me thirty years ago
When my brother bought me a bottle.
A bottle for my fortieth birthday.
Or will it be the new one,
The Ardbeg,
The one disliked
By my friend in the Choir.
And then there is the Christmas gift
The one I didn’t know,
The Bailie Nicol Jarvie,
But so smooth to the taste.
Lastly there is the one at the back,
The Jura that I dare not touch
As that is for my friend
When he comes round.
So many choices,
So little time,
But before I go to bed,
One of them will be supped.