I belonged to the church, <br />And to the party of prohibition; <br />And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon. <br />In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver, <br />For every noon for thirty years, <br />I slipped behind the prescription partition <br />In Trainor's drug store <br />And poured a generous drink <br />From the bottle marked <br />"Spiritus frumenti."<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deacon-taylor/
