Hide this bottle from me,
That I could drink
This Chateauneuf du Pape
More tempting than the smile of a maid,
this Saint Emilion sneaky
Who has no saint but the name,
Hide this bottle from me,
This haut c$ote de Beaune,
Straight from the Middle Ages,
This rosé of Provence so sincere
Who would make pretty Bretons blush,
In a creperie of Brest.
Hide this bottle from me,
This Sauternes so sweet, so sweet
That makes high school girls naughty,
Hide me this bottle,
That I might well drink,
This wild little sauvignon,
Love is enough to make me drunk.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire
Ce Chateauneuf du Pape
Plus tentant que les fesses d’une pucelle,
ce Saint Emilion sournois
Qui n’a de saint que le nom,
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce haut côte de Beaune,
Venu tout droit du Moyen Age,
Ce rosé de Provence si sincère
Qui ferait rougir de jolies bretonnes,
Dans une crêperie brestoise.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce Sauternes si sucré, si doux
Qui rend les lycéennes coquines,
Cachez moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire,
Ce sauvignon peu sauvage,
L’amour suffit à m’enivrer.
Whispering words drip, drip blooD,
Reveries, red stained on papeR:
Inked emotions falling like confettI,
Tears plunge writing of luV,
Entwined in my heart achE;
Raw emotions again and agaiN.
Born in nineteen forty four
We met when I was sweet sixteen
We found true love forevermore
My precious love ~ my soulmate
Spending our whole life together
With precious son ~ our only one
Then creeping like inclement weather
The Big C came it knew your name
You were so strong you were so brave
You fought just like a warrior
But in the end the evil stayed
It drained you and it claimed you
When on that day you went away
December two thousand and eight
My heart it almost broke in two
Life alone ~ no life without you
Born today St Patrick's Day
You will be seventy seven
And I am sure behind that door
They’ll be partying in heaven
I raise a glass of your favourite red
Chateauneuf du Pape
Thank you for your endless love
My darling
My soulmate
My sweetest chap
Written 17th March 2021
Happy Birthday to my dear husband Frank who left this world too soon...
Contest All Yours (Mar 17)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Contest Name A Poem to your spouse on his-her birthday.
Sponsor Funom Makama
JEEZ LOUISE I DIN'T THINK I'D WIN, I HAVEN'T GOT A THING WRITTEN ON PAPE
OH WAIT, I THINK I HAVE A FEW SQUARES OF TOILET PAPER IN MY SOCKY-NICK
YUP ! HERE IT GOES LADIES AND GERMS.
'I WISH TO THANK ALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY POETRY SOUP FACULTY
FOR THEIR LOYAL READS AND BRAVO ,BRAVO, GIVE ME MORE, PLEADS...
I WISH TO THANK MY ORGANIST WHO PLAYED WHILE I PIPPED OUT IN PRIDE
MY VIOLINIST AS HE HELD MY LITTLE BOW IN PLACE AS I SANG POOR ME
MY DJ CARLOS CUZ HE ALWAYS KEPT ME HAPPY AS I SANG THE OLD SONG
I WISH TO THANK MY EYELASH TINTER, MY HAIRDRESSER AND MY COVEN OF
WITCHES. WITHOUT THEIR BROOMSTICK POWER I'D BE STILL IN A COWER
JEEZE PELEASE NO CLAPS TODAY, IT MAY WRINKLE MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR.
OH AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST I'D LIKE TO THANK ARTHUR VASO FOR STARTING THIS FIASCO. HE IS THE MAN, FOR THE HUUPA HOORA TOORA TOORA LI SONG WE ARE POETS WE ARE STRONG.
I SHOULD KNOW CUZ WHEN IT COMES TO HUMOR, MY MY HE IS "KING" OK
NOW, ONTO REAL POETRY !!!
FROM YOUR BELOVED PIXIE
XOXO
RIPAE BENI DEAU VER
In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.
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The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him.
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Salad & garlic croutons
A noodle stir fry
Sweet & sour diced chicken
hot garlic roasties
chateau-neuf-de pape
Hot cross buns
Gee !