Christmas Countdown Poem 2021: 8. Hot Toddy


On these cold winter nights,
The throat takes a bite,
The air nips the voice,
And you feel rather horse.
***
A quick dash of whiskey,
Some honey or syrup,
Add a splash of lemon,
Some hot water,
And you will be singing.
***
Nothing quite sooths,
Like the sharp ness of you,
A sip of your warm spirit,
And it lifts my spirits.

©The Pesky Poet

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