Over there,
a fiery quarrel
after fulsome oral
from a barrel;
here by the tree,
a carol;
writing on a wall,
Robbie Burns,
'O Whisky!
Soul of plays and pranks,
Without Thee,
Tuneless cranks
And worse:
Can't rhyme 'arse'
With 'verse'.'
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