CLINK, clink, Fill up your glasses. Drink, drink, Drink to the lasses. Eyes that are blue, Lips that are sweet, Hearts that are true, Figures petite. Clink, clink, Fill up your glasses. Drink, drink, Drink to the lasses. Drink, for there's nothing so sweet as a maid is; Drink to the dearest of mortals, The Ladies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE NIGHT AND DAY: 3 by ISAAC ROSENBERG DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON |