A Wine Of Horace's
Franklin P. Adams (1881-1960), American columnist and poet
What time I read your mighty line,
O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus,
In praise of many an ancient wine –
You twanged a wicked lyre to Bacchus! –
I wondered, like a Yankee hick,
If that old stuff contained a kick.
So when upon a Paris card
I glimpsed Falernian, I said: "Waiter,
I'll emulate that ancient bard,
And pass upon his merits later."
Professor Mendell, quelque sport,
Suggested that we split a quart.
O Flaccus, ere I ceased to drink
Three glasses and a pair of highballs,
I could not talk; I could not think;
For I was pickled to the eyeballs.
If you sopped up Falernian wine,
How did you ever write a line?
from Something Else Again (1920)
courtesy of vintagewinepoems.com