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!