Aberdeen
/…older man from Scotland drank a pint of whiskey; neat.
And wandering off the known path home, was swallowed by the peat.
The earthy taste of scotch now on his tongue forever more
His spirit haunts the pubs about as ghostly local lore.
The simple-minded townsfolk swear they’d felt his presence still
When, after dark, inside their hearts they’d feel an icy chill.
A drenched and musty smelling form appeared with reaching hand
To clutch at souls of sinners who might dwell within this land.
To venture out at night upon the streets of Aberdeen
Your mind should not be…
By James Geehring