Eight
Why We Clink Glasses
(A Toast for Toasters)
When friends tvith other friends contrive
To ma\e their glasses clin\,
Then not one sense of all the five
Is absent from a drinl{.
For touch and taste and smelland sight
Evolve in pleasant round,
And tvhen the flotving cups unite
We thrill to sense of sound.
Folly to loo\ on tvine? Oh, fie
On ivhat teetotallers thinks . . .
There're altvays five good reasons tvhy
Good fellotvs likj; to drin\.
E. B. A.