Uisgebaugh
Now is the winter of my discontent.
The damp and cold exacerbate my pains.
Because my every joint complains
I must resort to using liniment.
An old fashioned, proven medicament
Although I do not know what it contains
I’ve used in the past for muscle sprains
It warms my ancient bones to some extent.
I find malt whisky very comforting
If I combine the two I find I cope.
With fact that I am growing old.
I sit and sip while waiting for the spring
Which will return before too long I hope
A sovereign remedy against the cold.
.Friday,26 February 2010
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