Perhaps I will tarry on a glass of home made cherry.

              If that is not enough, I will drink some other stuff.

                I have here some white Chablis and Sauvignon.

                  I’ll drink them both, they’re not that strong.

                   Then there’s pink Rose and red Bordeaux.

                     I’ll have one of each, I love them so.

                        Why do my words begin to slur?

                           Is it some malady I incur?

                        You may think I lost my mind.

                      That’s not true, I just drink wine.

                      So I like them all, white and red.

                       I just like wine ... enough said.