I just modified it accordingly based on the advice by a net friend
http://www.writingforums.com/threads/167454-The-Poet-Who-Writes-Sonnets
Some say that all poets like alcohol,
Without which they can't produce any poem,
And gradually this may be a problem.
Some say no, just some of them, but not all.
I'm a happy bottle, never been blue,
I was born to contain tasty wine,
When in my prime I looked perfectly fine,
as time went by, the wine value grew.
But now I am emptied by this poet,
He just flicked his hand and put me aside,
And to the screen he fixes his drunken eyes,
He is trying to write a nice sonnet.
Now his eyes gleam with sparkling fire,
Can he write one that feeds his readers' desire?