Teeny, tiny bubbles seen
floating through the wine,
Teeny, tiny bubbles makes it look
so fine.
First small sip, tastes ok.
Then the favor adds to the
Bouquet.
The ruby red color adds
To the total mystique,
Of what in a wine,
One might expect or seek.
One glass leads to another,
Leaves behind a very warm glow.
Thoughts were becoming fuzzy,
Speech seemed kind of slow.
After draining bottle one,
Should there be a number two?
Well, why not?
Uncorked a second, another
sip was due.
Drinking all alone, is ok
I suppose,
But the most enjoyment is,
When the bubbles tickle
The nose.
