What time I read your mighty line, br O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus, br In praise of many an ancient wine-- br You twanged a wickid lyric to Bacchus!-- br I wondered, like a Yankee hick, br If that old stuff contained a kick. br br So when upon a Paris card br I glimpsed a Falernian, I said: "Waiter, br I'll emulate that ancient bard, br And pass upon his merits later." br Professor Mendell, quelque sport, br Suggested that we split a quart. br br O Flaccus, ere I ceased to drink br Three glasses and a pair of highballs, br I could not talk, I could not think; br For I was pickled to the eyeballs. br If you sopped up Falernian wine br How did you ever write a line?br br Franklin P.