Champagne Poem by Edwina Reizer

I can’t drink wine
But I can drink champagne.
The mixture of fizz
that does remain
makes me a little woozy.
Yes, I admit I’m choosy
when it comes to alcohol.
It’s either champagne
or none at all.
Some that I see are content
when they drink.
Some act boorish
and it makes you think
they are as mad as they can be.
These are the drinkers
I hate to see.
Some drink fast
and some drink slow.
And of course the tea totalers
will never know
the effect it has on your brain.
But I do, when I drink champagne.