Wined and Dined

There once was a lass in decline who daily drank much too much wine she rosed* up her lips and plumped up her hips but never got any of mine! Yes, my bottle it remained corked not guzzled by broads from New York oh, pink, white or red I’d hoard them instead perhaps I let lose for the stork? Men if you’d sip from my bottle... into bed, do rush, don’t dawdle drink from my navel if you are able perform with game hold the throttle. * I know [rosed] is not a word ;) I'm being funny so I'm using my poetic license! **ed's do not make a syllable ;)