Portrait

Robert William Service

Painter, would you make my picture?
Just forget the moral stricture.
                                        Let me sit
With my belly to the table,
Swilling all the wine I’m able,
                                        Pip a-lit;
Not a stiff and stuffy croaker
In a frock coat and a choker
                                        Let me be;
But a rollicking old fellow
With a visage ripe and mellow
                                        As you see.

Just a twinkle-eyed old codger,
And of death as artful dodger,
                                        Such I am;
I defy the Doc’s advising
And I don’t for sermonising
                                        Care a damn.
Though Bill Shakespeare had in his dome
Both—I’d rather wit than wisdom
                                        For my choice;
In the glug glug of the bottle,
As I tip it down my throttle,
                                        I rejoice.

Paint me neither sour not soulful,
For I would not have folks doleful
                                        When I go;
So if to my shade you’re quaffing
I would rather see you laughing,
                                        As you know.
In Life’s Great Experiment
I’ll have heaps of merriment
                                        E’re I pass;
And though devil beckons me,
And I’ve many a speck on me,
Maybe some will recon me—
                                        Worth a glass.

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