Why Whine With Cheese
Nothing gets me madder
than dancing with a full bladder.
Every time I cough or sneeze
a little fluid finds release.
A waltz, a tango, salsa is out of the question
another drink would just give me indigestion,
Off to the lady's room I must go
you don't need to question why to know
when I come back let's just sit down
hold the whine but bring the cheese
and pass the Hors d'oeuvres around.
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