OCR Text |
Show j Rippling j I Rhymes I By WAJ MAiON. . - TUl AN In Mexico, across the line, Tijuana merchants sell you wine, or anv kind of sudden death with which you like; to paint vour breath And (b ad game spurts go there to drink their favored brands of purple Ink, and cough up seven bits a throw for little drinks of liquid woe. And when they've toured through sundry bars they climb Into their motor enrn. and throw on all the motor's power, and hit a hundred inlb-s an hour', and oftentimes they break their necks and leave their cost-ly cost-ly autos wrecks, nnd, failing thi, ' some moral cop stands In the toad and bids them stop, and leads them! to the nearest Jail, and then a Jurist takes their kale. Uh, gents who mourn our freedom lost, and say the dry low Is a frost, cease shedding tears' and Journey down to old Tijuana, freedom's town! There you may I drink a peck of gin, and no cheap I sleuth will run you In, and though vou wade In beer and rye. no maulstratc will bat an ej e. And when you've had your poisoned drink, come back and tell I).; v. hat you think of this punk tyrant ridden land, where all the bugjUice Kraft Is banned. oo |