As a character in The Simpsons said when his highwater pants served him well: "Everything's coming up Milhouse."
I just got an e-mail from a lady helping someone write a book on bourbon, and they want to use this poem in the book:
Song of Bourbon
my eyes gaze longingly...the hand gently extended
my eyes gaze longingly...lips lightly kiss the rim of the glass
my eyes gaze longingly...the sip slow and satiating
bourbon sweet brown nectar
bourbon our mutual friend
bourbon one motif in a trinity
my look, chin down, eyes straight ahead
my hand, once holding brush, proffers the glass
my smile, standing and watching as you sit in my chair
when did this become such a sacred rite
this ritual of sharing the drink
as sacred as the eucharist in the church of us
poetry as liturgy
painting as prayer
the communal creative process transcends
this song of bourbon never ends.
(c) fprm, 2007
Not bad.
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