Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Champers
Champers Don't tell me the science behind the bubbles. Pass me the drink that will cure my troubles. I do like a drink, I'm addicted to fizz, Champagne is the king, it is, what it is. The gaseous sparkle that gets up my nose and makes me feel good, like I'm in my best clothes. Not that it matters, as inhibitions are shed, let's do the naughty, let's go to bed.
I love bubbly but it makes me pass out asleep.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂Most drinks have that effect on me these days, even tea! 🤣
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bubbles to head, drinker to bed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🤣Ah, so that’s where it led!
LikeLike
Based on what you said. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
a terrific little ditty :)I admire the twist in the last stanza —
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂 Champagne with a twist, mmm!
LikeLiked by 1 person
(excuse me while I giggle…)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Okay! 🙂
LikeLike