Several gobelets several people,
so many noises
The loudest voice was
full of air and tears
Of the sorry state they were
Dancing and clenching their fist
Raw anger though not
venomous to the enemy
They drank, dance and
foretell the future
Of the one given and
the life that will come
As white as the thing in
the gobelet full to the brim
They drank to forget and to
remember to reflect
The wife waited patiently for the
drowsy fellow to steal into the house
The door closed once
more till the cock crows
They met again and they drank
Real men try this white yet hot
water to appease the women
Charged and hungry they are
lost and in a state of lust
They babble words yet they
drank and emptied the cups
The newly-married woman on
her toes to stop the party
At the place where they drink their fresh one
They tap, tap, in the morning
and tap it in the eve.
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