By the mistletoe I found
A kiss, or two (or three)
For the pudding had been drowned
In rummy Q.R.V.
qrv
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.
Q.R.V.
I would twist and twirl and tug
The noumenon of thee;
For I have hidden ‘neath the rug,
A vial of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Oh, you could lure my ship to shore
Soul left beyond the sea
And on a cliff, we’d share a sniff
Or two, of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Beware her ties and starry eyes
Keep hands upon your knees;
For with a grin, she’ll serve you gin
Enhanced with Q.R.V.
malarky musings 