OCR Text |
Show IN THE COLD GRAY DAWN. ;l I dreamed that I dwelt on an isle of cracked ictf, In the midst of a lake of champagne, ' - Where bloomed the mint juleps in meadows of, $ green, Amid showers of lithia rain. I reclined on a divan of lager beer foam, ' With a pillow of froth for my head, ," While the spray from a fountain of sparkling gin fizz , , Descended like dew on my head. From far away mountains of crystaline ice,. s, ' A zephyr refreshing and cool i 'A Came wafting the Incense of sweet muscatel1. - That sparkled in many a pool. i My senses were soothed by the soft purling-song of A brooklet of pousee cafe, That rippled along over pebbles of snow To a river of absinthe frappe. Then, lulled by the music of tinkling glass From the schooners that danced on the deep, I dreamily sipped a highball or two And languidly floated to sleep. j j And when I awoke on a bed of rocks, ; With a bolster as hard as a brick, j '? A wrench in my neck, a rock in my head, ' ) "' And stomach detestably sick, ! ?, ' With sand in my eyes and grit in my throat; i Where the taste of last evening still clung, And left a bath towel stuffed in my mouth, Which I afterward found was my tongue; And I groped for the thread of the evening before be-fore In a mystified maze of my brain, "Until a great light burst upon me at last I'm off of the wagon again. ' |