WORK IN PROGRESS
Melanie-Ann sat drawing, intent on the work in hand.
And, from the look on her little face, she had something special planned.
She was only four years old, but she had to get things right;
She bit her lip, screwed-up her nose and held her pencil tight.
'What are you drawing, Melanie-Ann?' her Mother soon enquired;
Seeing her daughter scribbling as though she were one inspired.
'I'm drawing God' said Melanie-Ann, who was not in the mood to chat.
'But you don't know what God looks like! No-one on earth knows that!'
Mother responded, laughing; ' How can you possibly draw
A picture of a Being that no-one ever saw?'
' Would you like to know what God looks like?' responded Melanie-Ann;
'Of course I would' said Mother, 'But I know I never can!'
'I'm nearly done' said her daughter; ' Not too long to go!
When I show you my picture of God you'll say 'Ah! Now I know!'
I'm practically teetotal; I don't much care for wine,
But rich liqueurs are something that my palate finds divine.
To sip a tiny globule of fruit admixed with fire,
Is something, after dinner, that I constantly desire.
Almost like a syrup, but packing such a punch
I dare not imbibe too early ...... and never before lunch!
I love to sip and then to savour just the smallest drop,
Hoping it will last for ever and I'll never stop.
Maybe I'm just decadent, but the lady up above
Reminds me of the way I feel when I sip the drink I love.
I've never drunk her potion (never heard of it, in fact).
But I feel I should avoid it for I don't know how I'd act!
But give me Cherry Heering, Cointreau or Curacao
Grand Marnier or Baileys and all I say is 'Wow!'
I imagine that the lady in the orange dress, with yellow,
Is advertising something very sweet and rich and mellow.
It must contain sweet oranges, with lemon in the mix,
Plus something alcoholic to give the drink a fix.
No wonder she looks radiant and full of bonhomie.
If only I could take her place and be so wild and free!