Uisgebaugh for Sam Dickens

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Uisgebaugh

 

Now is the winter of my discontent.

The damp and cold exacerbate my pains.

Because my every joint complains

 I must resort to using liniment.

An old fashioned, proven medicament

Although I do not know what it contains

I’ve used in the past for muscle sprains

It warms my ancient bones to some extent.

 

I find malt whisky very comforting

If I combine the two I find I cope.

With fact that I am growing old.

I sit and sip while waiting for the spring

 Which will return before too long I hope

A sovereign remedy against the cold.

.Friday, 26 February 2010

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Reviews

[Tommy]

Ah, the pains, which come with growing older. I have not yet hit the year of 30, but already I have been struck with a wound causing nerve damage inside my shoulder, which brings this type of pain when winter is throwing its cold fits, at Summer's dismay. I have used many a concoction to ease the pain. However, I feel the whisky, or a drink of such sorts, works best most of the time for me; numbing or lessen the all too real pain I was rewarded with for the labors of a hard day at work.
I like this piece; it is a refreshing look at the realities of life.
RLG,
Tommy