“It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend, one's present or future thirst, the excellence of the wine, or any other reason.” ~ Latin proverb
I’m quaffing a carafe of sun-ripened fun,
Bacchanalian sips brighten my day.
I grin as I gulp and imbibe the bouquet
Of beauty so fruity I can’t stop at one.
I feel my head reel as my wits come undone,
I titter and slur, eyes blur and legs sway;
I’m quaffing a carafe of sun-ripened fun,
Bacchanalian sips brighten my day.
Dionysus dictates that one shouldn't shun
The nectar of gods, an ambrosial spray
Of wishes on grapevines and kisses in hay
That excite and ignite my tingling tongue -
I’m quaffing a carafe of sun-ripened fun.
I'll drink to that Preferably a flinty dry white from Bavaria