Ode to Champagne
Oh so bubbly,
You jiggle up,
You make me live
Right here right now
Whatever it is I’d like to be forgetting about.
Champagne champagne, never the twain.
What a shame
That it takes the festive season to explain
Why I’ve gulped down three glasses in a row.
(I shall no doubt regret publishing this on my blog tomorrow morning, but shall enjoy the freedom of writing such splodge, this champagne-tinted evening)