My Goodness My Guinness

My Goodness My Guinness

Postby Daffyd » Fri Jun 27, 2008 3:35 pm

:rolleye11:

Come raise your glass to the bonnie lass
Who waits at home for thee
She prepares the food that tastes so good
After one's had a pint or three........ :now:


My Goodness, My Guinness


I walked down to the local inn
and took up a corner seat,
The day had been hot, the work had been hard,
I owed myself a treat.
I glanced up at the barman
Our eyes locked for a while,
"Would it be a Guinness sir?"
he asked with a genial smile.

I nodded in agreement
and watched the liquid slowly drawn,
Strong and black and beautiful,
with a collar creamy fawn.
He placed it on a tin bar tray
and brought it round to me,
We exchanged the coins requested
to complete that ceremony.

I watched the liquid settle,
it was so definite, so bold,
Then I reached out and caressed the glass
that held that liquid gold.
I lifted it so gently, paused,
then placed it to my lips,
A silent toast ran through my mind,
"Success over life's hardships."

As the liquid hit my taste buds,
a message raced to my brain,
"This my son, is Heaven"
in one draught my glass did drain.
The peace, the relaxation
that accompanied that wondrous brew,
Is certainly an experience
that I can recommend to you.

Could you taste it, could you feel it,
could your imagination hold
That picture of my Guinness,
so inviting when it's cold.
Did it slake your thirst as it did mine,
that evening in May,
You don't have to be a genius,
but you will be if you listen to what I say.

When the day is hot and the work is done
and the car's parked on the drive,
Walk down to your local
and experience being alive.
Just take up 'the position'
sitting down or on your feet,
And order up a Guinness, go on,
give yourself a treat.

I joined the Guinness connoisseurs,
the first time I saw it poured,
There's an art in drawing Guinness,
an art that I applaud.
There's a gentleness, a patience,
there's a promise as it flows,
You cannot take your eyes of it,
as that promise grows and grows.

You participate from the moment
that you order up this brew,
And then you take the 'starring' role,
as the Guinness is past to you.
You raise your glass up to your lips,
pause, make your silent toast,
And just before you leave the inn,
raise the last glass to your host.



SLAINTE................ :mrgreen:
Daffyd
 

Postby Maywalk » Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:39 pm

SLAINTE................ to you too. :mrgreen:
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