Variation on a Theme To a Den of Sin where they mingle gin-such as Lipton's, Mouquin's, or Whyte's, And my spirit thrills to a music sweeter than Sullivan or Puccini The swash of the ice in the shaker as he mixes a Dry Martini. The drys will assert that metallic sound is the selfsame canon made By the ice in the shaker that holds a drink like orange or lemonade; But on the word of a travelled man and a bard who has been around, The sound of tin on ice and gin is a snappier, happier sound. And I mean to hymn, as soon as I have a moment of leisure time, The chill susurrus of cocktail ice in an adequate piece of rhyme. But I've just had an invitation to hark, at a beckoning bar, To the sound of the ice in the shaker as the barkeeper mixes a Star. ENNY kiss'd me in a dream; JENNY So did Elsie, Lucy, Cora, Bessie, Gwendolyn, Eupheme, Alice, Adelaide, and Dora. Say of honour I'm devoid, Say monogamy has miss'd me, But don't say to Dr. Freud Jenny kiss'd me. The Ballad of Justifiable Homicide HEY brought to me his mangled corpse THE And I feared lest I should swing. "O tell me, tell me,-and make it briefWhy hast thou done this thing? "Had this man robbed the starving poor Had he set fire to cottages, "He hath not robbed the starving poor, He hath set fire to no cottage, "Ye ask me such a question that I learned he was the man who planned The jury pondered never an hour, They thought not even a little, But handed in unanimously The Ballad of the Murdered A Merchant LL stark and cold the merchant lay, And who hath killed this fair merchant? Oh, I have killed this fair merchant Oh, why hast thou killed this fair merchant And why hast caused this man to lie Oh, I have killed this fair merchant The telephone bell rang full and clear; "Hello!" quoth I, and quoth a girl, The Ballad of the Murdered Merchant I waited moments ane and twa, And moments three and four, And then I sought that fair merchant That business man who scorneth to waste And every time a henchwoman Rise up! Rise up! thou blesséd knight! Go forth and slay all folk who make Us wait "One moment, please." |