Classic Poem

Dear little jug so fat and round,
Whose lips give forth a gurgling sound,
A merry " glug" so sweet to hear
With your long neck and single ear,
Venus and Bacchus love you well,
The Muses of your service tell,
And when we're gathered round the board
You are the keeper of our hoard.
My little jug, please play the game,
Let you and me still keep the same.
Why are you full, I empty? Why
Can't I be drunk till you are dry?