Perhaps I was too weary, perhaps I slept too long,
Now I must find my Army, but every turn seems wrong.
"Where's Nancy?"
My head is hurting, my feet are sore, and I really don't feel well.
All I want is to find that river, the one they call Moselle.
~ but~
"Where's Nancy?:"
I don't know why they left me. I know where they must be.
They're fighting Germans far to the north in a town they call Nancy.
"Where's Nancy?"
I finally find the river. I hear the bombs loud noise.
Sacre' Bleu. I see my team. I can join the Army boys.
~And best of all~
"Here's Nancy".
*Nancy is a town in France. American forces
had a skirmish there during WW2.
Gustave Charpentier fro Moselle
a one-trick pony truth to tell
His opera money-spinne 'Louise'
fees rolled in with great ease
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste.
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
of
wein germanic
bernkastel moselle
&
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst&
race
to import
first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
A tourist who came straight from Hell
Stopped for wine along the Moselle
Where the Winningen witch
Caught the son of an itch
And sent him to Hell for a spell . . .
In Winnegan, on the Moselle
There's a story townsfolk will tell:
A witch came to dine
She savoured the wine
And cast a prosperity spell!
A gnome wrote a poem
" How to love Sarah Moonface"
But his carrot nose fell
Murphy's Law
Nibelung
lost his pen in Moselle
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/14/2014
Ripe, plump sun kissed fruit
Luscious grapes, plum cherry hues
Sipping sweet red wine
Wine of multi nuanced flavour,
Many coloured & aromas to savour;
Final judgment,always in the taste,
Swirled & swallowed without haste.
Bottles,magnums & jereboam,
Bouquets,hints oflemon & jam;
Chadonnay,Shiraz,Sauvignon
Tempranillo,Merlot jostle in a throng.
Wein,germanic,labelled methodical,
Whitesunsurpassed & gastronomical;
Top of the list,Bernkastel Moselle,
As aperitif or with food,just swell.
A trinity of champagned,sherry& port,
The last from political pressure brought;
Once England's larges wine import,
It remains,Stilton's best escort.
Beaujolais,loved by the ligh-hearted,
Crushed from Gamay fruit so red;
Perfect to quench a lngering thirst,
An annual race to the import, first.
Sparkling,still,filtered or fine,
None can surpass Rioja's reserva wine;
From Ebro at a thousand feet,
Oak aged,ripened after summer heat.
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