A jug of whiskey with spice
for the two mischievous old.
Bouts of fire on cubes of ice-
the hazy stories retold.
Sweeter rumbled the mumbles,
and louder the glasses clinked.
Woozily tales just tumbled
as the oldies laughed and blinked.
Giddier turned every verse
till the sun donned new colours.
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