A finger of this, a dram of that
A splash of jubilee
We’ll inoculate sorrows and curtail tomorrows
When we mix Q.R.V.
tipples
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.
While you sip the cup of Fancy,
Others taste sweet Misery
An overdose? The antidote:
A dram of 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.
Q.R.V.
Jupiter’s shining, Mercury’s rising
The Sun is soaking me
In his golden haze, I could die for days
Sipping dregs of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Laconic & Gin, he serves with a grin,
His favourite apéritif
Spirit: future-proof, 99% beauf
I’d rather gulp Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
A watery grave makes a home for the brave
Who take such liberty
Of gulping in rife to an inch of their life
A draught of Q.R.V.
malarky musings 