The taste of grapes, when I was young,
They’d not allow to stain my tongue.

But I escaped to legal status
And used my grapes to knock me flatus.

Then I acquired gourmet decorum,
And munched my meats with grapes chose for ‘em.

But just today I took a walk
Into the cellar to check my stock.

I fear it’s down to one or two.
So I’ll savor them until they’re through,

Then feebly rinse my empty cup.
So here’s to you friend, bottoms up.