Whisked! !
Riseked,
With the muse of your choice;
Hearing your voice!
Drinking Irish whisky.
The truth,
To ask the old woman in the village;
Because, she met you with a bottle in your hand,
Irish whisky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice short poem reminiscing the good old days with fun and pleasure