To Loyd Taylor, On The Evils Of Drink Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

After more than his cup would hold
Big Joe beat the bar and told
Those around him
He had come to town to drink.
And when he was finished,
They'd better be gone in a wink.

So belly up to the bar did he
And one more round was drunk
before this story's end is told.
'Get me a hoss, ' said he
One that's mean
And evil just like me.

The barkeep locked the door
And went with Big Joe to the barn
And there in the corner stood
The baddest horse around.

Big joe took one look
And said with glee
Looks like that there hoss
Was made for just me.

Jumped astride that critter
No saddle was put on there
For saddles are for greenhorns
And there was surely no time to spare.

Out the door the pair departed
To heaven knows not where
For that was the last we have
Heard of Big Joe and the spavined, one-eyed mare.

Don't drink and ride.
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