Red and delicious, an acquired taste,
Sipping it with luscious lips.
Over and over,
Such fine wine.
She giggles and smiles,
Sipping again,
Stumbling over,
But the wine, it was fine.
They watch her with awe,
And she sips it all down,
Her lips are stained,
Such fine wine.
She falls to the floor,
The crystal shatters,
She sips no more,
But the wine,
It was fine. |