To "Rose lipped maidens"

I love champagne.

It's the night before Thanksgiving, I'm all snug in my bed.
We're having turkey tomorrow, good thing he's dead.

I'm sipping my bubbly, it's tickling my nose.
It's warm under my covers, except for my toes.

I'm really no poet, and I'd much rather drink
So I'll be done now, I don't care what you think....

I love champagne.


No concern in my head,