Work It Out
My colours are green,red and black
Come in a bunches and not in a sack
I make a drink that is alcoholic in taste
Sometimes I have seeds which are a waste
My home country is anywhere that's hot
Eaten with cheese certainly hits the spot
I finish up in a supermarket for you to pick
Don't like to be in a box gets on my wick
One final clue then I'll give you the answer
I'm eaten by all from doctor to dancer
Once chosen there is for me no escape
I am of course dear friend a humble grape
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