Wednesday, April 15, 2009


An ode to Blaunfrankisch

You were bad when you were young.
We put you back with the celery
as you sat your voice was sung.
We forgot you for a year my dear,
The back of the fridge was your prison.
One day we sprung you free to breathe.
From your neck your cork was flung.
In the light of day once more
expectations were low I'm afraid
but we were too drunk to drive to the store
so before any more plans were made
we drank you dry to the bone then and there
and we found your true light had begun to shine
bright as our noses by then
apples and legs were brought to mind

You try doing better after two bottles of wine.

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