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Vineyard Blues

O if ever there was a tale of woe,
  A tale of music, lust, and tragedy!
Of Juliet and I, her Romeo,
  When the reggae drums put a spell on me.
In hot sun and Herbs and thirst for the vine,
  Romeo joined the queue full as a tick
On the grapes of wrath - the mad feijoa wine,
  But it was like a mule with twice the kick!
A skinful of desire I had to itch:
 "I beg you, leave me here - I wanna die!"
Then later my body too numb to twitch
  In a bathtub slumped and clad laid to lie.
All I want when I from this world am gone...
That men will say he died with his boots on.


Went to one of those day-out vineyard 
Music festivals to see a band called "Herbs".
There was much wine, women, and song!
A Shakespearean tragedy indeed - almost!

July 2008



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