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*"Veuve Clicquot" is French for "The Widow Clicquot".* They say that Madame Clicquot would dance in the vineyard, They say she would run and jump and crush grapes Under her pale, white, aristocratic feet, Then one day she came back home, Pale feet stained red, Ivory robe stained red And she saw her husband, Red face drained white. They say Monsieur Clicquot became an alcoholic, And she came back and saw him hanging from a vine. He let it grow in the farmhouse for two years, It climbed, it climbed, He climbed at tied a noose, Made a sickly green, thorny loop. The Veuve Clicquot gave up red wine, Moved South, Remarried, Started growing champagne-- You can't tie a noose with champagne vines.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
The Widow Clicquot
*"Veuve Clicquot" is French for "The Widow Clicquot".* They say that Madame Clicquot would dance in the vineyard, They say she would run and jump and crush grapes Under her pale, white, aristocratic feet, Then one day she came back home, Pale feet stained red, Ivory robe stained red And she saw her husband, Red face drained white. They say Monsieur Clicquot became an alcoholic, And she came back and saw him hanging from a vine. He let it grow in the farmhouse for two years, It climbed, it climbed, He climbed at tied a noose, Made a sickly green, thorny loop. The Veuve Clicquot gave up red wine, Moved South, Remarried, Started growing champagne-- You can't tie a noose with champagne vines.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
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