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...VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CALL OF THE WILD by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO 'THE WIFE' by BERTON BRALEY |