You Will Die in a Raucous To-Do

In times of peace,
it pays to find
your common sense.
Don't forget:
as gospel writ
you may search anywhere.
Since your birth
as fine as things taste,
positively none can cope.
Ladies, lovely and healthy
and sweet - delight,
left to lay down,
powder rouge and other stuff
for ladies lift your thoughts
to the skies. Sublime in the air,
constant bright visions and castles.
Scorned she is sometimes, you know.
And though not least on your mind,
don't put it off for Death's cold clutch.
He'd be left to disgrace and to lay
down and die in the shade.
Tetotatiously expunctified!


A found poem.
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From "Quickly's Winter Doldrums" - Jan. 15, 2016:

Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide

I’m not certain what to ask you to do with these.
But I found them in Flickr Commons, from the SMU Central University Libraries, and just can’t NOT use them. Somehow.

You should be able to click each one a time or two, and enlarge to a readable size.