Xmas Edition

I drank the drink that was drunk by drinkers drunk long ago
They drank their drink with a drunken drinking
The drink that drinks itself will be drinking a drink
Like the drink I drank when drunk on a drink that I was drinking
But I kept drinking the drink that I drank and that they drank
As I drank the drink that was drunk by drinkers drunk long ago.

Palace of Wisdom

I saw rooms without windows, rooms without doors.
Dark, musty carpets lay scattered on floors.
A bartender named Cork was decked out in black tie.
He was quick with his business though he had but one eye.
Then we took to the streets past shanty and hovel.
‘Twas like going back in time to an old Dickens’ novel.
Like moths to the light we set off for the Brig.
There Smith played troubadour and danced a profane jig.