The horse and mule live 30 years,
They never taste light wines and beers;
Sheep and goats are dead at twenty,
They drink no liquor–water plenty;
At ten the cat's lost all nine lives,
No beast on milk and water thrives;
At five the birds are mostly dead,
They look not on the wine that's red;
But evil, wicked, rum-soaked men,
Live for three-score years and ten!
23JUN2003, Traditional
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PoetryHere is a gang of mostly one-verse poems that I didn't want to publish "story by story."
