Bubbles rise from the bottom absorbing more along the way
Rippling the liquid’s surface with a fireworks like display
Once you take a sip from the glass the fizz tickles your nose
Past your teeth over your tongue in your throat it gets froze
All the bubbles group together holding on so as not to go
The harder you try to swallow it seems grow and grow
Once you get past the uvula it feels like a baseball
Now it slows down so much it feels like it’s just trying to crawl
If you’re lucky now it will become a burp with a little sputum
You’re in for worse pain if it gets past the point of the duodenum
Sharp pain emits from your stomach that feels like a cold ice pick
It makes you wonder why we drink the stuff only to make us sick
© 2011 Michael Yost
I don’t think I will ever look at Cristal without thinking of your poem. Fun! It is the drinks with big bubbles that give me the headache. I really enjoy your poems!
I just get the… urppp, excuse me, the gas…
Amazing write, love it
Short Poems are the bomb! Thanks for exploding! And thanks for the visit.
woah!!! what an extraordinary way to describe the after effects of a drink!!! amazing…
Personal experience my dear, Personal experience! smiles…
Great use of rhyme.
Thank you sir!
lol ha ha ha ouch at the same time however
Very true. smiles…
Michael, This cracked me up. I know the feeling you describe so viscerally– that pocket of air making it’s forceful way through the gut. It is ironic, too, that I read this this morning, having overindulged in the champagne vein last night! ;-0
Oh No! Well I hope it didn’t hurt much! smiles..
perfect.
apt write.
I love the vivid descriptions, I actually can’t drink so its quite an experience to read about it =)
Hey now.. One leg seems longer than the other when I walked in here… smiles…
Thoroughly enjoyable read, excellent poetry
Thanks Jeanie. Glad you enjoyed it.
If it’s champagne, you just have to find the right one…
Have to stick with non-alcohol stuff.