I know ones who can make honeyed wine.
A nectar of the gods, truly divine.
Setting a table, filling the cup,
On fine meats, fruits, and cheeses we shall sup.          

After each hearty bite that we partake,
With a large draught, our thirst we shall slake.
As we celebrate the passing Armageddon Feast,
We shall be generous and even spare the geese.          

Even though they give me the creeps,
I shall bring a box of small, blue peeps.
Raising my cup high o'erhead in a toast,
To the Villagers, may we always stay close.          

ShadowDancer Weilder of the Mighty Penn and Slayer of the Fearsome Teller. ;)