Wine

The birds flock towards the hanging sign.

Everything shining in its prime.

The beaus stroll inside the drinking shrine.

The wind sent shivers down their spine.

Little black dresses made them feel divine.

Dining in the sunshine;

And partying through the moonshine.

We must go to Devon sometime.

Climbing that vine?

Can we do it in time

I would have to decline...

I just don’t have the time.

We meow like a feline.

We’re worth such a dime

Oh, you always whine.

We’re not committing a crime.

I'm not going home: it's only nine.

Yuck! What’s that slime?

This drink is fine.

Runaway from the grime.

Don't be a swine.

The wine is so sublime!

This drink is mine!