The Sots Progress.A Poem by RonOscar Wilde at a country ball.The marchioness has staggered in. Lovely girl, but full of gin. And her sweet daughter Alice May, (Her livers large with chardonnay!) Darling Reverend! Charles Devine, reeling on communion wine. Here comes bawdy Charles De Vere. Brandy smiles from ear to ear!
Now the sportsman Rupert Loch, fresh from downing scotch on scotch. The dancing teacher twirls the room. Just consumed a beer lagoon! Is that tea-total Lady Roach? Keeps champagne inside her coach! "Dearest Lady Meers-Connaught, do accept this quart of port?"
What a junket! Best of dances! Mighty host of drinking glasses. Goodness it's the Earl of Scrope! Expelled from the "Band of Hope." Georgous Countess Hyacinth!" Impotent now, we blame absinthe! Here's Giles the waiter how austere! Alcoholic I do fear.
"Never ever fill the glasses of the servile working classes!"
© 2010 RonAuthor's Note
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