AROUND THE KING’S TABLE by Tom Jensen
All raise glasses to propose a toast
Tilt back brims to honor a host
Raise glass to lips to praise the day
Lifting a hand as all guests say:
“This man who sits at table head
Who sits before us breaking bread
The finest king throughout the land
Deserves a toast so raise a hand”
We sit around the table
We laugh away the night
We drink for as long as we’re able
And toast glasses for all that’s right
A toast to our tongue, which tastes our drink
And to our brains that swim and think
A toast for grapes, which are used for wine
Raise cups for livers, both yours and mine
Drink a taste to honor waste
Of dribbled wine spilled on your face
A toast for chairs on which we sit
Give thanks for thrones on which we sh*t
Before we sleep and go to bed
Upon light pillow with heavy head
Let us toast that tomorrow
Shall be the same as today
So far away from sorrow
That toast again we may