The Lucky Cork Poem by JJ Evendon

The big moment had arrived,
when the cork could no longer contain the bubbles inside.
With an almighty explosion, it shot high up in the air,
followed by an out burst of champagne that sprayed everywhere.
After the glasses were filled and wishes were made,
it left only the cork that 'popped' to be found and saved.
For it holds those dreams that wished to come true.
The cork is yours, so now they all belong to you.