Lincoln* and Mencken** and God,*** untight,
have book'd passage 'board Titanic II.
Honest Abe chides The Diety: "Bollocks 'sobreeity'!
Let's all get chock-a-block, nu...?"
* Neither Elmo the actor nor Tribich the con, but
Abraham the POTUS.
** Neither August, Sr., the tobacconist nor August, Jr.,
the engineer but H.L., the journalist.
*** Neither Allah the Muslim nor Krishna the Hindu
but Yahweh the Jew.
The Jehovah's all for it: "Teetot'lers deplore it,
no doubt, though I shout, 'Have you tried it?
Let me slip you this tip. Cup to lip! Take a nip!
'Less I'm wrong, you'll no longer deride it.'"
Now half in his cups, H.L.M. interrupts:
"Listen, Jew! When you're through, read my two lips:
Since we're all call'd 'ombibulous'* (which is no fib), you'll as-
sent to my bent for mint julips."**
* One who'll drink anything alcoholic. Mencken lists
himself in that category.
** Mencken voices a preference for julips over beer.
Answers God through His squint, "Though not partial to mint,
as My Bible plugs hyssop and wormwood,
still a julip or two would go down a treat. Do
you agree...? Si! You both, I affirm, would."
(More to come: a work in progress.)
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