Lovely liquid with golden hue
lashing the crystal glistening dew
held and felt like charming beau
Little I know that wait for my due
Wobbling and laughing louder I do
Wagging tongues walloped the fun
Clasping the hand seething in wrath
Whispering wife softly said - you idiot
Have some sense, be like one.
Garnering courage looking the top
Mumbled to tell - Dear, taste a drop
would anyone ever like this prop
it is all in service of Scottish crop.
