The_Idler
Bluelighter
We were somewhere around Dublin, when the lines began to blur,
I remember saying something like, "that's some damn good coffee liqueur!"
That Sheridan's, in the funny bottle, with two halves, black and white,
The creamy chocolate on the left, the Irish coffee on the right.
But there is just one so special smell, the scent of epic wasting,
I'd even give up Sheridan's for life, in return for one last tasting.
I remember saying something like, "that's some damn good coffee liqueur!"
That Sheridan's, in the funny bottle, with two halves, black and white,
The creamy chocolate on the left, the Irish coffee on the right.
A most mysterious sensation, from the drinking does arise,
From all life's woes and worries, that drink can bring reprise.
From all life's woes and worries, that drink can bring reprise.
Also not to be forgotten, is that magickal aroma,
Apparently, in 632AF, the English call it Soma.
Apparently, in 632AF, the English call it Soma.
But there is just one so special smell, the scent of epic wasting,
I'd even give up Sheridan's for life, in return for one last tasting.
A cliché line, I know, but I'm afraid I must concur,
I love the smell of Napalm in the morning, too, good sir!
I love the smell of Napalm in the morning, too, good sir!
