14/03/2024
In the Queen's arms, oh what delight,
Guinness flows, a pure delight.
As Cheltenham races, horses prance,
We sip our pints, in merry trance.
The stout so dark, like midnight's gown,
In the Queen's embrace, we drown.
With each sip, a cheer we send,
For Guinness, our faithful friend.
Oh, Cheltenham's thrills, so grand,
But Guinness in hand, we stand.
In the Queen's arms, we find perfection,
As we watch the races, with affection.
So here's to Guinness, in the Queen's arms snug,
As we watch Cheltenham, with a pint and a hug.
In this moment, nothing could be finer,
Than sipping stout, in a royal recliner!
