wine bottles

the bottles of wine are on the floor
until they roll to the next town
each bottle is naked or working on labels
or wearing a bottle-shaped floor length gown

the bottles of wine dance round and round
they balance so well on that bottom rim
you can see the liquid inside each soul
despite the dance hall and the light so dim

the bottles of wine must now go to work
they all wash their corks for the day ahead
let us hope that they do not spend themselves
for who likes a bottle of wine that's dead

the bottles of wine all go to sleep
they make their beds in the wooden wine rack
and if they get rest that is good enough
the next day you'll see them all coming back