O if ever there was a tale of woe,
A tale of music, lust, and vanity:
Of Juliet and I, her Romeo,
When the reggae drums put a spell on me!
In hot sun and spiff and thirst for the vine,
Romeo joined the queue full as a tick
On the grapes of wrath - on the feijoa wine,
But it was like a mule with twice the kick!
Alas, I did not know which way was which:
"I beg you, leave me here - I wanna die!"
Then later my body too numb to twitch
In a bathtub slumped and clothed 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. I generously partook of the free wine on
Offer but that was not my first mistake - or my last!