Friday night is Prosecco night for me so with that in mind, I thought I’d seek out a couple of suitable poems to get me in the mood for the bubbles:
A Drinking Song by W.B. Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
The Horse and Mule by Anonymous
The horse and mule live thirty years
And nothing know if wines and beers;
The goat and sheep at twenty die
And never taste of Scotch or Rye;
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done;
The dog at fifteen cashes in
And without the aid of rum or gin;
The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in twelve short years it croaks;
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at ten.
The sinless live and early die.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men –
Survive for three-score years and ten!
And some of us…though mighty few
Stay pickled ’til we’re ninety-two.
Drinking Song by Roger McGough
You’re a lover
Sing and dance
Cheers!! Lisa x