Sour Grapes
Sour grapes have been washed
And set out to tease.
Sitting in the middle of the room
On a pedestal of glass.
Sour grapes look down
With an almost disdainful stare
At the Lords and Ladies hurrying by
Wondering if any would care.
The scurrying,the trifling
The signs of human persons.
Gave it courage to ask.
Care for some?"
Let sour grapes sit.
Adorned in the finest China.
For in tasting only can you tell.
The story sour grapes bear.
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