What a Way To Treat a Fruit
Grapes are gorgeous little fruit
black, red, or white, any one will suit.
These luscious plump and juicy mites,
will tingle taste buds day or night.
The harvest is gathered when time is right,
not a day too soon or a day too late,
Precision's the word they must obey,
or risk a spoiling of the sweet puree.
The princely fruit is piled up high,
with countless bunches in swift supply
Bare feet and legs march round and round,
squeezing juice from the skins of the fruit they pound.
Like the vandals of yore, they destroy the treasure,
but the outcome they serve is one of great pleasure.
For once the fermenting over time has drawn nigh,
That glorious wine will, without doubt, satisfy.
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