A voice said “Vot?”
PROHIBITION
“I wouldn’t mind if it were gin!” he said,
“Good gin’s like ether, sick with pungent sweet,
And rum I never liked—not even neat!
Champagne and such stuck pins into my head.
Old port was sunlight where a ruby bled.
The silky-bright liqueurs had twinkling feet
Like gipsy children running down a street;
And beer’s as old a brother as good bread.