The Saloon

Someday the sun will surely shine

For now we’ve had our fill of grog

And been besmitten by a fog

We shall read carefully each line

And, thinking, we shall understand

Which drinks must be forever banned.

Let’s only sip of certain wine.

From other’s let’s remain aloof

For they possess a fatal proof.

Mine will be yours. Yours will be mine.

All will be just at this saloon

No victims get a silver spoon

All things here will, with truth, align.

Come to this bar before last call

Regardless of your twang or drawl.

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