Spiritual Happiness
Beer is the root of all evil,
Evil’s the root of all fear.
But beer is the only prescription
that cures all the evil I fear
Whiskey can make me quite frisky
when frisky I dance and I shout.
But when dancing, if I have drunk Whisky,
my legs will eventually give out.
I love the occasional Brandy,
though randy I then tend to be.
But when I drink lots of my brandy
it droops and is no good to me.
Spirits can be very costly
in much more than money and time.
For drinking them can make you happy
but too much can ruin your wine.
I like a mature perfect vintage,
in wine, and my woman, and song.
This matches my own inclination
and helps us to all get along.
Though the love of my life’s in a tea cup
and also of course in my wife.
Together they keep me in heaven
For ever and ever in life.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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