A Saint’s Ode
to Gin and Sin
“You’re such
a saint,” said she,
“the way you
help your lady friends.”
“Thank ye
very much,” said he
And then
bespoke a dusty, lusty grin
In truth, to
saints I claim no kin
So why not
have a little gin
And just a
bit o’ sin
Once upon
again
Before the
final verdict’s in
Before the
wet clay’s shoveled in
Before I’m
done and senseless lying
In my solitary
coffin
Oh, just a tiny
sip o’ gin
And, oh, a
tasty bite o’ human sin
To quench
the drought old age has been
Once upon again
