The Tuesday Tipplers
Tuesday September 8th, 1992
'Twas the first of the season and held at chez Gus
The president Paddy, in advance, caused a fuss.
By demanding "Royal" Treatment - respect it would seem
So the Host did his duty, laid a carpet -- of green.
To honor our leader fine robes the host wore
In traditional color of an old Irish Whore.
Due homage was paid to the Flann through the night
But only because he is such a "Gobshite".
Present was Abbott and Batson and Lee
Holliday absent - and likewise his Fee.
The President, Mansfield and Lobb made the quorum
Finnie came late, from the golf - stressed and worn.
The evening of tasting was heralded in
With jocular comment and customary din.
Debate there was plenty concerning new member
And who should host meetings from now 'till September.
No resolve was forth coming despite double "Sipper"
The only one mentioned was old "Bob the Ripper"
Inniskilling from Napa considered to dicey
At seventeen and change a little too pricey.
Minutes, supposed to tell what had been drank
Were passed by the Knob whose mind has gone blank.
For the record, was the first one that Anderson's missed
Flann thinks Gus was there so he must have been pissed.
Our Treasurer gave us his usual report
Says he's minding the Cellar - the trustworthy sport!
But the content of the closet has yet to be seen
Think-you truth to be found on the lines in between?
The Club took the tab for the lobster and boil
Due gratitude offered to Batsons for toil.
Photos were passed showing the Lobb hardly able
To extricate eyes from Arabian navel.
Assembled to taste were these mentioned below
A "Tolleys" a "Ridge" and a "Firestone" merlot.
The first to were "Cabs", eighty six, eighty four
The last, seventy eight - to of each to explore.
The test of the evening was to answer the question
Do we let wine breath? is there even contention?
So corks had been pulled some before some immediate
Tipplers slurped and decided midst gulps to expedient.
As Gus had contended, difference most could not tell
On Batson's fine palate did exceedingly well.
The rest, queried reason, but amazed did applaud
Was it natural gift - or from kissing the Cod?
The boys showed depression - Gus, he had a fit
His theory was proven - "breathing" - total bullshit.
At least for the Tipplers who couldn't define
Two similar bottles - opened at the same time!
A cloud of despondency threatened to settle
But Tipplers, they rallied and showed there true metal.
Demolished desert plus two Rieslings picked late
All departed half-pissed through the Ullswater Gate.
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