The last glass I drink,
Has to be the best, I think,
Because angels won’t take me to those Pearly Gates,
With mundane wine flowing through my veins.
I’d better fill my last glass to the brim,
Because a smart man
Won’t meet a sudden death sober and prim.
Looking forward to the wine,
I’ll give a Veltliner a go.
Though a Wiener may indulge in a Riesling, you know.
A Chablis sounds good to me,
But a red would also a pleasure be.
Still, having a good Chianti wouldn’t be bad
before I get rested.
(Tim Fischer)