Let's Go! (100 Years Later)

In which I feel bad for a young drunk man in a funny old poem, and write him happiness.

He kissed her in the garden,
When the moon was shining bright
But she was a marble statue, and
He was drunk that night.

And when dawn lit the garden,
The sun met her wine-stained cheek
As she woke and left the land she knew
For her lover now to seek.

The poet set his pen down
On a sheet of paper white
And thought the color poem enough,
Like his love last night.

Came she to the poet’s door,
Her feet cold and damp with dew,
Knocked upon it, and boldly dared
To bid him please let her through.

First he thought a stubborn dream
Had stuck fast within his ear,
But then the sweet voice came again,
Soft and bright and near.

Rose he then and in a trance
Obeyed the summoning call,
And threw open his door and thought
It was a dream after all.

But when she laughed and kissed him
And he tasted then the wine
He’d left upon her cheek and lips, he
Knew her by this sign.

And should you ask the poet
How he met his lovely wife,
He’ll say, “We met at a party,
Kissed, and she brought me to life.”

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Thank you for reading. I came across this little joke poem in a tweet by Yesterday’s Print. According to the tweet, the poem was originally published on January 31st, 1924, in Feather River Bulletin out of Quincy, California.

I felt bad for him, the drunk man in the garden. Hence the poem. It’s been a hundred years, but his happy ending is here.

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