Portrait

 Painter, would you make my picture?
Just forget the moral stricture.

 Let me sit
With my belly to the table,
Swilling all the wine I'm able,
 Pip a-lit;
Not a stiff and stuffy croaker
In a frock coat and a choker
 Let me be;
But a rollicking old fellow
With a visage ripe and mellow
 As you see.


Just a twinkle-eyed old codger,
And of death as artful dodger,
 Such I am;
I defy the Doc's advising
And I don't for sermonising
 Care a damn.

Though Bill Shakespeare had in his dome
Both - I'd rather wit than wisdom
 For my choice;
In the glug glug of the bottle,
As I tip it down my throttle,
 I rejoice.


Paint me neither sour not soulful,
For I would not have folks doleful
 When I go;
So if to my shade you're quaffing
I would rather see you laughing,
 As you know.

In Life's Great Experiment
I'll have heaps of merriment
 E're I pass;
And though devil beckons me,
And I've many a speck on me,
Maybe some will recon me -
 Worth a glass.

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