There lives an old man at the top of a street, And the cocktails he mixes, I'll say, can't be beat. And he's just the one person you surely should meet. I'll tell you just what his address is. He tries all his drinks on a tortoise-shell cat That's still hale and hearty and so that is that -- And yet they've a kick that will near knock you flat And put two or three curls in your tresses. The stuff that he uses slides smooth down your throat. But he won't say just what it may be, the old goat! But just that he gets it from off of some boat (I rather suspect that he made it.) They never have gotten a hold of him quite, Although he keeps open for night after night. You have to be known around there all right, So dry agents never can raid it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BAB-LOCK-HYTHE by LAURENCE BINYON THE FAST OF TEBETH by JOSEPH BEN SAMUEL BONFILS |