Well there I was,
And evening of multicultural pleasure,
Sitting at our table in the ballroom
Amongst many English people,
With a Welsh singer on stage,
A Welsh lady, my lover, at my side.
He sang Tom Jones
As though Tom Jones was there.
And there on the table was my first drink,
A pint of Irish Guiness
Supped down with delight.
A wonderful evening was being enjoyed
And of course there was one thing,
One thing to end it with,
It had to be a Scottish whisky.
But no ordinary Scotch,
It had to be Laphroaig
Sipped gently with love,
With love and admiration
For such a wonderful drink.
So there it was,
My multicultural evening
Of English, Welsh, Irish and Scots,
A beautiful evening to remember.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2023 01:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A great evening at the hotel where we are staying on the Isle of Wight.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Was I there with me water-syphon?! lol.
Why why why Delilah )
Yes he sang that one Bobby,
Andy
That’s not USUAL
Reminds me of home 💖
Thank you Teddy.
Andy
Humour, Andy?
Yes humour but the scotch was taken very seriously Dave,
Andy
That reminds me - wot happened to the bottle of Laphroaig you promised me?
It’s here waiting for you when you come to see me.
Having taken all relevant factors into consideration, my deliberations have forced me to conclude that it would be far cheaper and possibly safer to purchase my gift from you here. So thanks for your generosity, Andy but would suggest you don't let that bottle linger for too long...
PS: I've only recently began to sample the malts, and have a fair way to go before I reach your exalted heights....
Slainte!
Nice poem!
Slainte Roland. Thank you.
Andy
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