English poem
Where DID He Get It?
by Herbert Beeman (1858–1944)
In the days of prohibition, When the land had ceased to be wet, Before the era of permits And prescriptions were hard to get. If you saw a fortunate fellow With a countenance merrily lit. There was only one possible query That at once to your mind would flit: Where did he get it?
One talked to us here last Friday On the law of the "Sale of Goods," So clear of all legal tangles That no one was lost in the woods, Except for one illustration— And there we don't know where we are, When he said that for five cents only He had purchased a GOOD cigar! Where did he get it?