I BELONGED to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died of eating water-melon. In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver, For every noon for thirty years, I slipped behind the prescription partition In Trainor's drug store And poured a generous drink From the bottle marked "Spiritus frumenti." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BLAKE'S APOLOGY FOR HIS CATALOGUE by WILLIAM BLAKE |