{"id":1001,"date":"2013-11-17T10:32:04","date_gmt":"2013-11-17T18:32:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=1001"},"modified":"2021-02-05T15:30:22","modified_gmt":"2021-02-05T23:30:22","slug":"1117","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/11\/17\/1117\/","title":{"rendered":"1117"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/112013\/1117.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>1117<br \/>\nI&#8217;m over being sober<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Drunken Man&#8217;s Praise Of Sobriety<\/strong><br \/>\nBy William Butler Yeats<\/p>\n<p>Come swish around, my pretty punk,<br \/>\nAnd keep me dancing still<br \/>\nThat I may stay a sober man<br \/>\nAlthough I drink my fill.<\/p>\n<p>Sobriety is a jewel<br \/>\nThat I do much adore;<br \/>\nAnd therefore keep me dancing<br \/>\nThough drunkards lie and snore.<br \/>\nO mind your feet, O mind your feet,<br \/>\nKeep dancing like a wave,<br \/>\nAnd under every dancer<br \/>\nA dead man in his grave.<br \/>\nNo ups and downs, my pretty,<br \/>\nA mermaid, not a punk;<br \/>\nA drunkard is a dead man,<br \/>\nAnd all dead men are drunk.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"1117 I\\'m over being sober A Drunken Man\\'s Praise Of Sobriety By William Butler Yeats Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore. O mind your feet, O mind your feet, Keep dancing like a wave, And under every dancer A dead man in his grave. No ups and downs, my pretty, A mermaid, not a punk; A drunkard is a dead man, And all dead men are drunk.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1117 I&#8217;m over being sober A Drunken Man&#8217;s Praise Of Sobriety By William Butler Yeats Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/11\/17\/1117\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">1117<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[123,68],"class_list":["post-1001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-dancing","tag-drinking"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1001"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1001"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1001\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3873,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1001\/revisions\/3873"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}