Short Whisky Poems
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ATTENUATE
A wee dram of malt whisky is savoured neat ~ attenuated with ice cubes for those petite.
8 / 11 / 2026.
I've had whisky,beer, and herb
But they can all just hit the curb
Listen to me now
You pretty pink cow
These mushrooms are really superb!
Smoky, whisky breath
Trail from top to below
such delight in the blow
Night to remember
in sweet surrender
Like a dream
a blast so extreme
It's cold, the lights are out
the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth
a glass of whisky in my hand
and a rope around my neck.
I finally decided to have a beer
And not being risky to have a whisky
But my desire for something stronger grew higher
So I ended up drinking a whisky
A cuddly Harp Seal, when just a bub,
Swam further south and slipped into a pub,
The barman gave a wink,
Have this whisky to drink?...
“No way known, it’s Canadian Club!”
There once was a man that was far-gone
Whisky, beer, vodka he had sipped on
Then on corner called a cab
Into the phone he did blab
Come to corner of Walk_Don't Walk peon
Close and Near and Then Here
Where is was now is nice and near,
And pretty son it had arrived here;
Poured a few;
Usually do;
Drank whisky until would disappear.
Jim Horn
Her boobies hung outside the white lace cup.
Blending pineapple and whisky closeup.
Blender was not fully closed,
Everything inside exposed.
Woohoo, smoothie boobs to sit down to sup.
There once was a man called Boris
Who loved a wee deoch an' doris
Whether his tipple was whisky or brandy
Foreign affairs made him peculiarly randy
When he indulged in extra-marital coitus
Buys another drink;
Always drinks his whisky neat.
Loosens up his tongue,
Tells the barman, ‘Hey buddy,
‘I’m the ‘girl’ you kissed last night.’
For Natalie's Confessions to a Bartender contest
All that water and nothing to drink
Oceans surround us but too salty methinks
This dilemma makes us afraid
So whiskey and even koolaid
Fills in quite nicely, but your hooha shrinks
Paddy the Irishman was looking grim,
Put on his wife's diet to make him slim,
However Paddy kept sneaking out to the pub
To down some whisky and eat some grub,
I'm afraid Paddy won't be getting too trim.
Twenty-one means you can have your first drink.
Not soda, milk, orange, a Roy Rogers, nor shake.
Yes, a beer, wine, whisky, martini, vodka. Just think -
Remember good strong coffee will put on the brakes.
Gradually gradients level out.
After a lifetime of hill climbing
the body explains to us
that the far side can be explored
from the near fireside
with a pipe
and a whisky close at hand.
Hot tea, honey, lemon and a shot of whisky, the honey soothes your throat, the lemon kills the germs, the tea helps your cough and the whisky relaxes you! This is old school medicine that dates way back.
It works
''Ho ho ho' wheezed old Santa Claus
Wrapping around his head with gauze
He filled up with whisky
Took behaviour risky
And then fell foul of drinking laws
16th December 2022
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Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.
Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,
These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.
Form:
pap comes on whisky;
whenever he falls down, says
wildly, "Who pushed me?"
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This is taken from my own new fiction book "The New Adventures of Tom Sawyer." Read this book it's available on Amazon.
You can’t fill your dry spots
out of a whisky bottle
Or chase away demons
with a dirty needle
Or change the future
pointing the finger of blame
The freedom within you
—the power to change
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Snow when it falls on a small Ohio town.
My guns.
Any child before it has learned too much.
Irish malt on the rocks in a crystal glass.
Obviously, my wife
children and grandchildren.
Did I mention whisky and guns?
Give me a whisky
With a ginger ale on the side
And don’t be stingy
What great lines
For a great actor
Like Greta Garbo
Her first screen words spoken
But in the end
She just wanted to be left alone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A reckless young pirate named Greg
Drank whisky straight out of a keg.
He cried 'Look at me!'
In shark-ridden sea;
That drink cost an arm and a leg!
14.04.19
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest: sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Hey Tom, you look well cared for and well fed,
Sure you longed to sleep in your own bed,
You must've had pain, hope they spoiled you,
More medication, preferred a whiskey or two,
Which nurse did you like best, which one a dread.
Lost in the rambling,
found in the writing
The words in the whisky,
depravity’s eye
The story of one,
a gift from the other
Released from tomorrow
—last ghost now set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)