An ode to old friends, who unlike old single malts, never ever never mature with age.
Expect more of these old drinking shanties!!
Expect more of these old drinking shanties!!
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Brother
Bosco studied the menu, proceeded to order healthy,
He felt
that nutritious food would make us wise and wealthy.
Cedric was
aghast, apoplectic, his brain entertained a clot,
Indignantly
he enquired if the good brother had lost the plot!
The
venerable old boys gathered with pregnant anticipation,
Tonight
they sing, wine and dine without adult supervision,
Eat this,
don’t eat that, drink this, don’t drink that,
Tonight is
theirs, no matrons to put them on the mat!
So no steamed
momos, we kick off with all things fried,
Flax
seeds, oats, pastas, salads we have tested and tried,
Fried
chicken, roast pork, sausages, three plates of French fries,
And keep
them coming, never mind if the big fat chef cries!
They
declared that this was the year of living dangerously,
As for no
rhyme or reason, Derrick giggled incessantly.
Four
whiskies, please, and soda and keep four more standing,
Tonight,
they fly high, seeking rocky and unsafe landing!
They say
that red wine is recommended as highly anti-oxidant,
But
tonight, mention it and your whiskey will have an accident.
One more
round at Wonton’s, then ready for monosodium-glutamate
Mixed with
salt, fried noodles, more meat, their appetite to satiate!
They were
not finished yet, time for the sweetest coffee Turkish,
To set the
pancreas screaming, blood vessels shrieking, liver skittish,
Artery walls
closing in, stay still, heart, overworked pump station,
They were
doing it for themselves and not for divine uncreation!
As all
things, the glorious night ended on a welcome high
Maybe
tomorrow, vital organs will break down and sigh
Hung-over,
they will curse and demand alcohol stay out of sight
But then
again, as the good book says, tomorrow is another night!
Antonio
