Cork

I saw you, naked one, inside the Beaujolais, you swam, came to the top to see who'd come and that is when I got a glimpse and fell, I thought into a fiery love. So, having been prepared, I placed the cork into the neck again, and hammered with my ten pound little friend. The aim was to be sure that you'd be safe and sealed, within the reach of me. Don't worry, dear, I'm here for you, and when the time is right I shall extract it with my golden screw. And hand the spills as well as bits of cork to you.