My two favorite wines
Are vintage sixty-three,
One is a bordeaux
It does something to me,
I sense smoky and savory
With an exquisite fine finish,
A bouquet of sensuality
That nothing can diminish.
The other is a white
Citrus flavors abound,
I feel positively sparkling
When this one is around,
Tickling my funny bone
With electric sensations,
Each one of these alone
Worth standing ovations.
Seasonal favorites
That’s not the way I choose,
I might change day by day
When there’s nothing to lose,
Because each offers something
Unique, by itself,
Thus, in my wine cellar
They own a place on my shelf.
7/22/14
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