An Ode to Bourbon.

Eighth standard :p

O’ Bourbon, the divine,

Chocolaty and saccharine,

Where were you all these days?

I couldn't stop thinking about you,

You know that very well, don’t you?

Have you got tired of my taste?

I had had a bad day,

It was August, the twenty first.

Nobody remembered; I thought

It couldn't possibly go any worse

And I was in for a surprise.

You blew me away,

The very first day,

Sugar sprinkled on biscuits, I thought,

Must be what heaven feels like.

My taste buds screamed out in joy

‘Twas as if a sunken ship had cried out Ahoy!

Who knew modesty and convention could

Create something so sublime?

The biscuit crumbled in harmony with the melting cream

I felt as though I had lived out every dream

You made me feel alive.

Now that I think of it,

It’s no wonder you've been

Winning hearts since 1955

In the brightest day,

In the darkest night,

I know you’ll be there

To fill my appetite,

I’ll never let you out of my sight.

I don’t care if my pocket money goes out in drain,

As long as I have enough to go out and buy you,

And it doesn't rain

I call this love, you call this mania.

If I were to die this very moment,

And there was only one line i could say,

It’d be “So long, and thank you, Britannia”.