The Bubbles

The Bubbles

I got that giddy feeling
Dancing naked in the rain,
Next time please remember
Keep me away from champagne.


The bubbles make me woozy
I lose all sense of shame,
Please don’t keep filling
My glass with that champagne.


I giggle uncontrollably
Can find no one to blame,
Except perhaps if you include
Several glasses of champagne

Piecing together the day’s events
I think I’m going insane,
I wasn’t quite my usual self;
Too much of that champagne

Your hungry kiss, your tender touch
Would love to feel them again,
I wonder what else went on
After all that dreaded champagne.


Lying awake, I am mortified
Would like you in my picture frame,
Call on me and I will swear
Never again to drink champagne.