Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Ode to Bourbon Fine



Of late we'd like to spend our time
on hearty Bourbon made so fine
and never spend another dime
on wine

Such western gold Kentucky Straight
of legend we can meditate
while father's fathers congregate
of late

Pray not to break this special bond
and glow of which we are so fond
for stuff which came across the pond
begone

Good things happen “just because”
but special is as special does
as welcome comes the lightest buzz
my cuz

But time prevails o're lucre si
Sangria better plays than tea
and might make for a better me
to be

It's fire or blood ingested then
so balance son, remember when
and why, and how it did begin
my friend

And toast to each a mindful sip
and guard as arms be on your hip
for loving kindness never slip
thy lip