X F Lacasse Poet Italian Sonnet

Ode to Beer

O’ fluid friend,—
			 —O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
										       —caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—  
			   —sweet sip of ambrose!

O’ potent potion,—
			     —O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes	|— 								       —|		      Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
				      —dose me for a doze…

Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,—	 head —  aches   —    …sore.

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