Sangria
To celebrate a special day,
I went out with my spouse,
Having dinner in a place we like
A few blocks from our house.
My drink of choice is beer
But they do not serve IPA’s*
So Sangria’s what I get,
Reminding me of college days.
For on weekends when we partied,
There would always be a bowl
Filled with cut-up fruit and Yago;**
Getting tipsy was the goal.
Though I drink now just with dinner
And it’s usually a brew,
At this restaurant, Sangria’s
What I sip and one will do.
Yet I think back rather fondly
Of my early drinking years,
When Sangria and tequila
Were what I drank with my peers.
*India Pale Ale
**a brand of Sangria
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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