Stella!!

STELLA!!

You can have your Stella McCartney;

I prefer my Stella Arty.

She makes me tell you what I’m thinking --

only do that when I’m drinking --

otherwise I keep it mum;

let them think I'm playing dumb.

People say my water’s still;

I say silence fits the bill

for someone who prefers to keep

her pretense of being deep.

So I play this silly game --

Keeping Secrets is its name –

and as long as Stella stays

on the shelf, I do okay,

but when she fills my frosted glass,

I open my mouth and show my...!