Grapes
sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!
We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...
but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!
Copyright © Maria Kyriacou | Year Posted 2014
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