Down the hatch the golden flow,
But not so fast, do make it slow,
Sniff the aura ere you're done,
Stir the nectar with the tongue!
Some more to do to make it last,
A smile to say "Life is sooo mast."
Absorb John Coltrane on your Bose
Through the ears, into your nose.
Time now to raise the dram's sluice,
Trickle throat with the malty juice,
Oesophagus feels a burst of tipsy
('Good for the heart' if season's nipsy),
And so after heady joys of palate,
Let tummy warmly cuddly inundate!
For a few moments in faraway clime
We're Scots all, in our mellow prime.
Sanjib Basu 