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

Drink wine

Think romance

You’re a lover

Feel fine

Sing and dance

Fall over.
Cheers!! Lisa x