Next Nine Weeks Poem by John Sensele

Here alive we pine for vintage wine
Whose alcohol of all sorts
Make imbibers tipsy and their eyes shine
When through stomach courts

Alcohol molecules and globules
Break through and swim
Backstrokes and breaststrokes in jewels
Which can't caress a whim

A teetotaler detests
To preserve and conserve a non alcoholic culture
Developed in sober envelopes pesky pests
Find asinine now and in future

Although red wine in a glass or two
Delays playing cerebral concerts in tricks
That temporary teetotalers consider overdue
For ambitious annihilation in the next six weeks.