Sent by no one that I know
From the mailbox I did find
A violet paper soft like snow
A darker grapey purple kind
It wasn’t sealed nor stamped at all
There was no writing I could see
I wondered who had come to call
And left this purple note for me
I turned it gently in my hand
Not wanting to disrupt its look
Looking at the Hallmark brand
It had me now, bound and hooked
I lift the flap up just enough
To see the paper tucked within
I tried to pull it, not too rough
For ripping it would be a sin
The paper came and it was white
A contrast to the darker sleeve
And then I saw to my delight
My love said he would never leave!
A fruity smell,
An apple smell,
A peachy, strawberry, grapey smell
Sugary, bitter and sweet.
Cream-like,
Soup-like,
Anything at all like,
That keeps everything cool in the heat.
You get brown,
You stay brown,
You get a lot more browner brown,
You remain this lovely colour of course!
Its not cream or spray thats doing all this,
Its lashings of worcester sauce...
Sauvignon oh Sauvignon!
My crimson grapey friend
While I enjoyed my time with you
I'm sorry it must end
Cabernet oh Cabernet
Yes you I used to know
Sad but true, I’m done with you
I’ve moved on to Bordeaux
Bordeaux, Bordeaux oh my Bordeaux
You vineyard berry blitz
The summers here, and I declare
I choose a white wine spritz
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