The Seventh Sizzle

Seven sanguine pegs,
Coked to cool sizzle,
Syrupy, sweet, savoury

After a football game,
Three goals glory,
Alas! None I scored;

First peg quietly quenches,
Second warms severed sinews,
Third numbs the fatigued pains;

Fathomless joy springs with fourth,
Each words a humour’s note
Laughter like Jackal’s night!

Fifth and sixth like sisters drunk,
Tittle-tattle in endless chatter;
Frozen hours, fumbled words,

Seventh sip like poison sipped,
Sinews sleep in sickly ache,
Sanguine night no more sizzle!!

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