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Bernard de Silva
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« on: January 23, 2012, 01:37:09 AM » |
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GRANNY’S FAMOUS PUNCH.
Old Granny makes it no secret, she does not mind a brew…
Be it a rum, a scotch a vodka, perhaps a six pack or two,
but for the genteel, the fortified fruity beverage, for lunch,
the barbecue, or garden party, is Granny’s famous punch.
A sneak up upon you tipple, with the kick of an angry mule,
her culpable concoction to be octane rated like rocket fuel.
A secretive solution, whose recipe Granny never supplied,
taste and bouquet, deemed it harmless and alcohol, belied.
Now, I always was a curious lout, even when I was a youth,
a real pain in the backside mongrel, to tell the actual truth.
To me, it seemed natural, that upon its making I should spy,
I witnessed the whole operation, that, I honestly can’t deny.
I cannot deny, I sampled it, as soon as dear old Granny left,
nor that the Gods for Prohibition, punished me for the theft.
Now, it may have been the Vodka, or, perhaps it was the gin,
I doubt I went pie-eyed from ginger ale, lemon or mandarin.
I don’t suspect the bitters, maybe it was that home brew rum,
it’s rougher than jungle juice but I watched her adding some.
Wouldn’t be the tonic water, there was a bottle or two of that,
maybe, it was the hip flask of brandy from some Riverina vat.
Whatever it was, it snuck right up, disguised by mellow taste,
today, that self same meld sees genteel matrons laid to waste.
Old ladies, trendy teens and those who shun the demon booze,
caught up in the velvet noose, if Granma’s punch they choose.
It could anaesthetize an elephant, quieten any brawling bunch,
it’s the means to immobilize or pacify if it comes to the crunch,
I'll see it's perpetuated for posterity, and that is, no idle hunch,
I’ve become an addicted devotee, to old Granny’s potent punch.
(C). Copyright : Bernard de Silva…22 January 2012.
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