Speakeasy Poem by John F. McCullagh

I knocked three times upon the door and said the magic words.
The door opened and I entered, careful not to be observed.
There were couples sipping sodas, there were singles at the bar.
They were slurping Coca Cola in defiance of the law.
There were girls, dancing half naked, as the piano player played.
If their moms were here to see this they would surely be dismayed.
Dr. Pepper, flowing freely, was the special of the day
There was Pepsi, with real sugar, smuggled in from Monterrey.
"If you want it, I can get it." John at the bar opined.
"If you're jonesing for a ginger ale that too can be supplied."
That was when I showed my badge, , and the smile ran from his face.
My Men in Blue broke down the door; Arrests were taking place.
The patrons screamed and tried to flee-but that's all right with me.
Tomorrow dawns with one less den filled with iniquity.