Tiny Bubbles: An Appreciation. (It’s an amateur sonnet!)
No matter the weather: sun, snow or rain
Every party or program improves quick
With a glass, cup or tall flute of champagne
But careful: don’t drink too much and get sick.
Effervescent gold gets up in your nose
Tiny bubbles that can tickle or hurt
The happiness starts way down in your toes
So delicious, don’t save it for dessert
Call it champagne, prosecco or cava
Doesn’t matter as long as you have it
When the bottle’s done, bring on the java
Or better still open another split!
Songs have been written about it for years
I’m going to go find a glass right now. Cheers!