Fruit of the Vine
He loved fruit of the vine when out to dine
It made his head whirl with feeling divine
But he got behind the wheel
Of his old automobile
Judge said jail time and hundred dollar fine
Placed No. 7 in Francine Robert's "Bottle of Wine, (fruit of the vine, when...)" Contest
June 2011
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
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