Best Tipple Poems

Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood.

They’d left long ago, twenty years today.
Here’d been a mountain, where now a farm stood.
They...

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My  cider comes from Somerset,
I likes it coz it's strong.
Tis made from apples good and sweet,
wiv flavours thats a real treat.
What's more I likes to drink it neat.
I likes it 'cos it's  strong.

My world ish shwimming all around,
my legs is wobbly and unsound,
I...

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Strawberries dipped into a pot of gold
The heart is sated and taste buds sold
The fragrance sweet as the juices melt
The aroused tongue in passion dwelt
This fruit of paradise on which I dine
My heart and soul with love combine...

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