I met with Hemingway, half cut, 
In old Havana town
And offered him a tipple, but 
He flatly turned it down. 

‘The truth is I can’t stand the taste 
Of alcoholic stuff. 
I only feign to get shitfaced
In order to look tough.

I don’t drink whisky, brandy, schnapps, 
Or any of their ilk. 
I’ll take a soda, or, perhaps
A little chocolate milk.’

Revelation at 'La Floridita'