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Show WHERE ARE THE TANKS OF YESTERDAY? (Version Villon Might Have Used During His Tavern Days.) I wonder in what Isle of Booze Apollo breathes the malted air; Where Bacchus takes a drunken snooze And noses red as jasper glare Where soshes linger debonnair The breeze has blown them all astray. Say where the great Semiramls Lies doped within her tomb; and if The booze great Caesar daily drank With Cleopatra's brews compare; Where Alexander got his share , , - The wind has blown it all away; And that vast head and dreamy stare We won from jags of yesterday. Where is that jug of Herod's gin, Or Holland's in its beauty rare; The grist volcanic Sappho sold And scalped us more than we could bare: And liquid earthquake, morn's despair, The wind has blown them all away; And throats more parched than potter's spoils Where are the tanks of yesterday? Alas for fivers, pair by pair, The wine has filched them all away; In vain we search our pockets bare "Where is the coin of yesterday? Kuklux. |