Classic Poem

He planked down sixpence and he took his drink;
Then slowly picked the change up from the zinc,
And in his breeches-pocket buttoned tight
Two greasy pennies, which that very night
Were used by Betty Catchieside, called in
To lay him out, when she'd tied up his chin,
To keep his eyelids shut: and so he lies
With tuppence change till Doomsday on his eyes.