Would gin help COVID-19, by Eileen Ann Moore

By | February 9, 2021
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I have a drinks cabinet tall and smart

I make the serving of drinks quite an art

I’ve beautiful crystal of every size

An antiques dealer would find such a prize

Always served on a silver tray

Not Mrs Bucket but Mrs Bouquet

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

In Spring I like to serve ginger wine

I can guarantee it will make you feel fine

Its colour holds such a golden hue

I know how much good it will do you

It settles my stomach – makes me feel right

And helps me to sleep when I’m restless at night

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

In Summer I’ll serve a tall glass of Pimms

It looks so delightful you might sing some hymns

Lemon and strawberries, raspberries and mint

In the evening sunshine the crystal will glint

You’ll eat the fruit on a long cocktail stick

When you reach the bottom, give the glass a sly lick

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

In Autumn Italian Prosecco I’ll choose

We’ll talk of our summer, over holidays we’ll muse

We’ll think nothing of having two glasses or three

By the end of the evening we’ll feel full of glee

In my tummy I may feel a rumble (or ill)

I might have to take a Gaviscon pill

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

In Winter I’ll serve you my favourite drink

A Scots girl I am, so what do you think

A whisky it is, Isla or pure malt from Glencoe

It surely will warm you right down to your toe

It really will fill us quite full of mirth

I was given a Toddy from the day of my birth

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

After lunch at Christmas I’ll serve a rich port

It will help the digestion, or so it ought

Tawny looks scrawny, the Ruby’s a must

We’ve eaten our fill and feel fit to bust

We’ll open our presents and play a game

Sing carols, have fun, each year just the same

But my mother told me never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that it was a sin

 

When I was a young bride divorces were rare

But I knew a young woman who had an affair

It proved mother right, never drink gin

She was florid of face and committed a sin

Gin was her drink, I remember the shock

I look back on my life and now I take stock

‘Cos in that drinks cabinet I’ll just have a look

There’s a bottle of gin in the furthest dark nook

 

Now in olden days they drank gin and beer

Because the well water was not pure or clear

Would gin drive away Covid – keep us from harm

Clear away ills while keeping us warm

Is there something in gin if served with a tonic

Would it fight off the virus and make us bionic

But I’ll stick with mother and never drink gin

I was brought up to believe that gin was a sin!

 

Eileen Ann Moore.  October 2020

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