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Wine
Let me preface this little ballad before I jabber or beguile
By saying I’m not a wine aficionado (that would be an oenophile)
But a friend saw I was writing poems that can be trite and asinine
And suggested I write about something important; her first thought, “How ‘bout wine?”
So I said, “Don’t worry Kate, a wine poem, have no fear.
After all, 31 billion bottles of the stuff are guzzled every year!
My first experience with wine was on our high school senior trip
We went to New York City where I partook of my first sip.
The next thing I knew I was waking up in an all night laundromat.
(Suffice it to say all senior trips were cancelled after that!)
I went to college in the ‘60s where drinking wine was like potluck
We drank whatever was available...with monikers like Cold Duck!
Yes my palate was honed on Boones Farm...their apple wine was sweet
Mateus Rose went with everything, and Blue Nun couldn’t be beat.
“Are you looking for something special?” the liquor store man would nag.
“No, this will do.” I’d say looking around, “just put it in the bag.”
When I graduated college my palate developed as well
I looked much more sophisticated with a glass of zinfandel.
As I moved up through the ranks of wine. I found Chardonnay- a taste of heaven
And did you know that you can purchase it at Wal-Mart or 7-11?
And I thank God every day from my head down to my socks
For creating the man who created wine that’s packaged in a box.
Speaking of God, did you know the Greeks and Romans both had Gods of wine
So from now on Dionysus and Bacchus I shall take my cue from thine.
I recently read a story where a little wine each day
Is good for your digestion and keeps heart attacks away.
If we can gain health benefits from a sip of wine...or two
Imagine what an entire bottle of Muscatel would do!
Yes, eat right and exercise may be some people’s grand design
But as for me turn on the tube, open the cheese...and oh yea...pass the wine.
