Nessie's Freedom
If you’re ever at Loch Ness
even in full highland dress,
put away your skean dhu,
order up a round or two.
Nessie really likes her bevvy
but drinks only Scottish heavy,
so don’t proffer Irish stout
or you may be carried out.
With a toast to the Black Watch
she might sip a little scotch,
though proportions of her gullet
spell a need for a deep wallet.
But if none of this concerns you
she may smile as she discerns you,
and there’ll ever be a welcome
as you drink to Nessie’s freedom.
PS: There is a third poem in this series about Nessie, called At The Tartan Bonnet. I don't think I have shared it here.
Categories:
bevvy, fun, humor, myth,
Form: Rhyme
'twas the night before Christmas,
Nothing was stirring,
Not in our house.
Been out for a bevvy,
Had a great Christmas Meze.
Dogs on the rug, asleep by the fire,
We sat on the couch,
Each wrapped in our thoughts.
She with hot tea and a chocolate for me.
She, I watched, in repose,
As she started to doze.
Now it's bedtime for two sleepy heads,
Pray Christmas Day, this year will bring,
Peace to All, near and afar.
For those who believe
To follow that Star.
May The Father of All,
Bless you with His Love.
Grant you his Grace,
And put love in your heart
© Dave Timperley December 2015
Categories:
bevvy, blessing, christmas,
Form: Rhyme