How Grape Thou Art
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Wine snobs look down on those who savor wine, just for the flavor, who don't care what grapes were used. But simple pleasures are the best. Analyzing only diistracts from the enjoyment.
Oh, grapevines divine
When I in awesome wonder
Consume the wines from which your grapes are made
My taste buds erupt in sparkling praise and accolades
And my comments though simple, they bubble forth and I say.
Refill my glass, with six ounces please.
I can’t get enough I can’t get enough
Oh, Champagne, so heavenly,
Your bubbles erupt such joy in me.
I drink you slow; nothing else passes my lips you see
I savor the flavor of your purity.
Not a single morsel of food will taint thee.
It would be sacrilege and disrespect by me.
Refill my glass, with six ounces please.
I can’t get enough. I cannot get enough
Oh, Champagne, so heavenly.
Your bubbles erupt such joy in me.
Copyright © Kieran Pavlick | Year Posted 2021
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