I was reading a book about wine recently and I came across this poem (the author is anonymous) about the hunnies favorite beverage.

Here’s to Champes, the drink devine

It makes us forget our troubles

It’s made from a dollar’s worth of wine

And three dollars worth of bubbles.

Inspired… I added to it.

You can buy it buy the bottle

although we’ve bought it by the case

you can get it almost anywhere

we go down the street and get ours from the gays

We drink it from flutes,

But not the kind that wake Jay

We drink it on weeknights

Or anytime that we play

Yes we love you dear Champes

With you, nothing is boring

But beware of empty bottles

near 2 in the morning!