An ode to wine

I Chardonnay rely on it

but if I’m to be Sancerre

I Chianti get through Friday night

Sans un petit verre de Carménère

Instead of going off my Rioja

I delve into the Cabernet

Sometimes I think I might not

Most times I think Gamay

They say a glass or two is healthy

It may help us stay alive

and that’s certainly important

when you choose what to imbibe

From glugging Garganega

through quaffing Chenin Blanc

Slugging on a Sauvignon,

Gewürztraminer or Cinsault

Of all the beverages under heaven

the best are made from grapes

whether from Europe, the Americas

or the South African cape.

Once I’ve selected from a Malbec,

Syrah, Bordeaux or Grenache

Don’t hand me a mere gobletful

I’ll take the whole carafe

When I truly need to decompress

I’ve no time for sport or drugs

I revive myself with Pinotage

Glug after velvet glug

And in those finer moment

when life’s better than we expect

I pop the cork and celebrate

with Champagne, Cava, Sekt

In conclusion to this poem

whether the day’s good, bad or fine

Compatible with every mood…

Sweet, fluid, reliable WINE.