Wine
I wined and dined you but you wined at me,
you wound so much, it corked.
then when we sniffed the cork of love:
you popped my cork,
my; what a corker!
fruit you said: and rang the glass to chill report
Oh!.. never was there ruby depth like this before.
thus another trip to the cellar I thought/lost in
wine’s bumptious nose
Cheese? …only when selling ..never when buying
I’m sold on you Delilah!
steady boy/hold the glass: Shiraz is calling.
hold your trousers and their fighting dog at bay,
save the passion/ Syrah has its sweet way!
we’ll let the sun pour forth. Bachus show the way!
Written for contest 14/8/15
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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