Overage Drinking

The rise against brandy occured late last night
When her boyfriend was offered a tumbler of wine
A quiet revolution that led to a night
spilling Claret, Liqueur and pie.

The clown, etched in custard, began to debate
The Merits of wines when distilled out of state
the raspberry reds were like blood on her face
But she wasn't playing dead.

He fired off his words like bullets of rubber
Drowning her senses in white noise and chatter
Till all that she heard were six blanks that he fired
"Stored in a cool dry place."

"I wonder" she said with a pause for effect
"If people age better when aged in that state"
Her boyfriend fell silent and stared at the grate
But her drunken musings end.

"I think that in this case its wines that pull through"
Were the words that he managed to finally construe
But her eyes were so tired they could have been glued
by the claret, liqueur and pie.