A Poem

**beloitpiper** · 9th May 11, 05:13 PM

Written by Yours Truly

Long, smooth legs and muscular shoulder
Pale tan calm that's strong as boulders
Easy you go, fine frisky thing
Through copper bells your greatness rings

Forest and mountain, glen and stream
your beauty shines and haunts my dreams
Though sometimes rough your rules steadfast
I stand beside you till feints have past

Whether Spain or Cuba your influence gleaned
It's my Heiland heart ye cannae waen
Heather or sea, whatever your flavor
You warm embrace I've come to savor.

Sure, not my best poem. Question is, am I writing about my girlfriend...or whisky?

**MacMillans son** · 9th May 11, 05:23 PM

Shows how refined I am, I thought it was about a horse!!

**chrisupyonder** · 9th May 11, 05:34 PM

Ode to Old Pulteney.

Chris.

**Chas** · 10th May 11, 02:37 AM

Originally Posted by MacMillan's son

Shows how refined I am, I thought it was about a horse!!

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Regards

Chas

**beloitpiper** · 10th May 11, 10:27 AM

Just a silly little thing I scribbled down at the bar a few nights ago.

**Woodsheal** · 10th May 11, 02:36 PM

The poor lad's run foaming mad in love, 'tis plain to see...!

**Bill aka Mole** · 13th May 11, 04:23 PM

I'm still a bit confused...

Was he writing about the Girlfriend? Or the Whisky?
Perhaps he was writing about the Girlfriend while drinking the Whisky?
Maybe the Girlfriend was distracting him as he wrote about the Whisky?
And there is no way I'm going to start in with the Horse and the Man!