Bubbly

(Genre: I suck at poetry)

A message in a bottle....

The bottle is green
Corked on top
Elegantly placed
in a bucket of rocks.

A ribbon round the neck
golden foil adding gloss
Waiting on the table edge
to pick up and unlock

Two glasses long and slender
Called flutes by bartender
Shining pure as chroma
Narrow mouth preserves aroma

Pop goes the cork
when I shake the bottle
And out fizzes the drink
Its celebration full throttle

Pour it in a flute,
a burst of effervescence
The glasses rise for a toast
to acknowledge your presence

Some call it Champagne,
others say its Sparkling wine
I like to call it Bubbly,
and cherish it when i dine.