Bubbles of gas jump out with joy,
A pop sound bursts out in a coy,
Making a fizzle and a drizzle,
Over the face in a close nestle.
The fuming liquor murmurs awhile,
Frothing in the surface with a travail,
Shooting up in a quixotic rush,
Settling down with an almost silent hush.
Likewise the mind jostles in mad enthusiasm.
Overwhelming the expressions with a pointed schism,
Galloping in a quickened trotting movement,
Living in a world of dream and entertainment.
The bewilderment lasts for a temporary phase,
The enchantment fades off in an effusive trace,
Revelling in a state of heavenly ecstasy,
Subsiding to a trend of subdued frenzy.
Pop goes the gas with a start,
Down ,down does it get down in a dart,
Hurrah cries the heart in the start,
Lo!Lo! does it slips down in a blot.
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