So many reasons to drink sparkling wine:
One, when a baby is finally born
or also when a family is torn
apart and the woman, alone, is fine.

Perhaps with the meal on which you dine
even if it’s just crawfish and corn.
Maybe after a graduation gown is worn
or when his assignment is finished in time.

And it doesn’t have to be Champagne,
made in that region of France
miles below Europe’s northern coast…
because the French overcharge and feign
perfection. Give Cava or Prosecco a chance,
Mister Bond, before raising it in toast

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