Careless Internet Searches
Blake found a webpage on the internet
Smiling at wife, "this will be fun, I bet"
Wife grudgingly came along
Blake sang a fun little song
“How much trouble can we really get?”
“It will be grand…we can make our own wine”
“And honey”, Blake said, “It is about time”
So to the vineyard they went
And too much money they spent
Broke but hopeful, drove home feeling sublime
The grapes poured out, his aspirations soared
Website steps printed out, oh was he floored
He stomped and stomped…yet instead
Slipped in the tub…cracked his head
After his service, the vile wine was poured
Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2011
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