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The Toast - A Sonnet

I raised my crystal glass to make a toast,
I lifted it on high, above my head;
Before I spoke a word or two at most,
That silly glass - it toasted me instead!
"My friend," it said, "if you will now permit,
I'd like to say, I am your biggest fan.
With grace and charm, good looks and clever wit,
You are my hero, and a super man."
Perplexed I paused to catch a breath of air,
And stared, astonished, at my bubbly drink.
It spoke again, with such dramatic flair,
And as it spoke, it gave a little wink.
"Why do you look at me with such disdain?
I'm just the complimentary champagne!"

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