I'm born of the grape, but a king I am made, With a pop and a fizz, my presence is swayed. Though I quench no thirst, I'm the toast of the parade.

Pebble's gentle touch On water's serene canvas Echoes outwardly

What do a traffic light and a bat symbol cast onto the night sky have in common?

I play the violin by your ear at two A.M., then charge admission in blood.

What a vending machine with an accent might say when pointing out a writing utensil to a gentleman.