Front:
Soused Again
A gilded mirror, a polished bar,
With myriads of glasses
straws in a jar,
A kind faced young man all
dressed in white
Was my recollection of last night.
The streets were narrow and far
too long,
Gutters were slippery, policemen
were strong;
The slamming of doors and a
sea-going-hack
Was my recollections of getting
back.
The steps were slippery and hard
to climb,
I rested often, as I had nothing
but time,
An awkward keyhole and a mis-
placed chair
Informed the folks that I was
there.
A heated interior and a revolving
bed,
A sea-sick man with a "hell" of a
head;
And whiskey, beer and booze ga-
lore,
Were introduced into the bed
room floor.
And in the morning came bags of
ice;
So necessary to the life of vice;
And when they had soothed my
aching brain,
Did I swear off, No! I got
SOUSED again.
Back:
DED $100
THIS SIDE FOR ADDRESS ONLY
