A Haiku Champagne Toast

Champagne bubbles rise
like tiny moths to light bulbs
here's to you my dear

Starkle, starkle little twink ...

... Who the hell are you? I think
I'm not under what you call
The acofluence of incohol.

I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
But the drunker I stand here
the longer I get.

So just give me on more drink
To fill my cup
'cause I got all day sober
to Sunday up.

There's the wonderful love of a beautiful maid ...

... and the love of a staunch true man.
There's the love of a baby that's unafraid,
all have existed since time began.

But the most wonderful love, the Love of Loves,
even greater than the love for Mother,
is the intimate, tenderest, passionate love
of one dead drunk for another.

There are many good reasons for drinking ...

... And one has just entered my head:
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How the hell can he drink when he's dead!

Candy is dandy ...

... but liquor is quicker.

-- American poet Ogden Nash