The wine glass

The Wine Glass.

It was the over dose of the drink,
That made him unable to think;

His found it harder to blink,
Being on deep sleep’s brink;

The lady in the lovely pink,
Did in fear from him shrink;

He stumbled up to the sink,
To make sure he won’t stink;

The cunning dame in the mink,
Had in her mind a crooked kink;

She wanted to establish a link,
The easiest way was to clink!