A Paean To Bacchus

Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE! Squeeze a cherry and let it sit, And don't forget to take out the pit. Let it ferment, At least a day as a rule, To give it some zing And a kick like a mule. Do the same with the blackberry, There on the vine, Then fill full the flagons With festival wine. From cherry to berry We'll ramble along, Our cups full of hooch, Our young hearts full of song. Inside the tubs The fruit still ferments. Those juices have uses To enhance our intents To revel with Bacchus, The god of the vine. With each quaff of the vino We erupt into rhyme. Be it barley and hops, Or cherry or berry, Let flow freely the brew Whilst we drink and make merry. Tomorrow's regret Is tonight's joyful song, The flesh may be weak, boys, But the spirits are strong. Author's note: I'm just doing a bit of reminiscing with this one, dear readers, remembering all those Sunday afternoon "beer busts" and "ice cream socials" that added so much flavor to my university experience. Also suggested by a story on the local news some time ago about the theft of a great number of cherries off trees in a private backyard here. No evidence to suggest if they were destined for pies or, perhaps, spirits like Kirsch or Maraschino. A Wikipedia moment for those who don't know: Bacchus is the Greco-Roman (Dionysus to the Greeks) deity of the grape harvest, winemaking, and wine, and of ritual madness and ecstasy. He was a real party animal.