“Waiter, more champagne!”
Let me explain:
Sometimes a redundancy of abundance erupts.
Interrupts the grumps,
Puts the umph in triumph.
The time has come to make some noise.
The party in your pants has just migrated.
Now it’s a celebration in your bra,
A jubilee in your knee.
And a saturnalia in your genitalia.
Care not who you annoy.
You are the Ten of Cups.
Now the hard part: keeping it up.