Bubbles for Breakfast

Well, on the web I encountered this couple going from Scotland to Holland, and wisely decided to have Prosecco for breakfast -- they sent us weblings an image with the bottle and two glasses to tell us so.
And I couldn't resist penning this little poem, verse, or whatever:

Bubbles for breakfast! I am all for it But toxic flying for dessert? I cannot adore it I salute the choice of morning champagne But it could as well be had on a train.

It just might amuse you that the clouds, grass and tarmac are all stitched from different views that I've shot in my nice but boring neighbourhood. And often, as I live close to an airport, those pesky, fuming things passed above. I am quite intent on staying on the ground.