Blame It On My Whisky Poem by Edmund Calleja

Blame It On My Whisky



(I drink when I have an occasion,
and sometimes when I have no occasion - Cervantes) .


I looked for you
In a sexy glass of whisky,
As all I needed was your love
But you told me that was risky.

You tried to hold my hands
As you hovered near my lips,
Now please do not ask me
Why I slid them to your hips.

I heard seducing music
As the glasses were then raised,
I saw you smiling sweetly
When your beauty I just praised.

Yes, I think I’ll be ok
And I know what I am doing,
I won’t stop looking at you
But you know what I am viewing.

Let’s not argue anymore
Just because you think I’m crazy,
Do get closer to me now and
You’ll see I ain’t that lazy.

I’ll try to be so gentle
And I promise I won’t rush,
I am really very timid
So forgive me if I blush.

I don’t want to drink alone
With this empty glass in hand,
As for your silly hesitation
This is not what I had planned.

I’ve been drinking too much whisky
And that’s why I’m just a ranter,
But all the whisky I have drunk
Will now make me your enchanter.

Blame it on my whisky
If you can’t bear what I say,
Or just come and join me here
For I’ll be paying anyway.

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