Let’s just be friends ’til evening’s end
Chronon camaraderie
When nightfall slinks towards her brink
The time is Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Should their circadian clock be whet
To toast horology
Be sure to swallow, at the fete
Une coupe de Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
The time has come to make amends
For ribald revelry
Our new year will begin and end
When we toast Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
By the mistletoe I found
A kiss, or two (or three)
For the pudding had been drowned
In rummy Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
If we could slip, with just one sip,
Somewhere beyond the sea
I’d second a ship, with you as skip,
Propelled by Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Wanderlust through time and space,
And over deep blue sea
Won’t reach a final resting place,
‘Less you’ve packed Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
All hands on deck, Eurus abeam
As cruor flows upstream
Against the tide, it’s a dizzying ride
On the SS Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
While you sip the cup of Fancy,
Others taste sweet Misery
An overdose? The antidote:
A dram of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
A salty rhyme, a lip most fine,
A flower to the bee
A whispered hiss, “Eternal bliss—
when you kiss Q.R.V.”
Q.R.V.
Scuttling by those moony eyes,
A most tenebrous flee
For love bugs are a parasite
That feed on Q.R.V.
malarky musings 