Ode To Red Wine

But lager thou art not a patch on red wine
Which similarly, I guzzle, most of the time
Full bodied or light, it goes down so easy
The pop of the cork – red wine, don’t tease me!

Then down it slips, easy as hell
Into an empty stomach – this doesn’t bode well
But there’s nothing quite like boozing whilst starving
Ones cheeks get hot, one calls everyone ‘darling’

Red wine, I didn't think I'd love so hard
Love so quick
The only downside comes
When
I
Am
Sick.