Bohemia

I’d rather keep out of Bohemia

     Than any land I know,

Not the Bohemia Reilly meant

     So many years ago.

The up-to-date Bohemia

     Just down a darkened street,

Where fellows good and fellows bad

     Are mighty want to meet.

Why would I keep out of Bohemia?

     Doubtless you’d like to know;

I’m tired of hearing all day and night

     The rank and Wurtzburger flow.

I’m tired of seeing the loafers there

     With all their flaws and faults.

I’m sick of hearing in constant blare

     ‘The Merry Widow Waltz’.

Jan.6, ‘09

                                      Accptd Judge