The right glass of wine has a strange effect: suddenly the words take control. Tired of marching along in sentences and paragraphs, they go on strike, demanding a chance to join hands, dance around and have fun. It’s a powerful union. What could I do?
Do not pronounce Sauvignon Blanc
Like it rhymes with ker-bonk, honk or wonk
Leave the C in your craw
And say Sauvignon Blaw
Or just order a glass of white plonk
Negoçiant Georges de la Bœuf
Bottles Beaujolais bought in the rœuf
French to the cœur
He’s got mamzelles galœur
And a small Pekinese that goes “wœuf.”
You’re know you’re a real connoisseur if
You’re really and truly quite sure if
That grape down in Oz
Which they label Shiraz
Is a clone of Syrah or of Durif
If you can’t get your date to undress, go
And buy her a fine Barbaresco
Get the girl sipping
And soon she’ll be stripping
And begging to do it alfresco
If your winemaker does the Watusi
In a vat full of grapes till they’re juicy
Instead of compliance
With decades of science--
He’s watching too much I Love Lucy
In Spain it’s well known that the berry
Is made into wine known as Sherry.
By way of solera
And lots of fresh air a
Young wine becomes old in a hurry
On the Left Bank the grape of Bordeaux
Is a red that you probably know:
Cabernet Sauvignon
But in St Emilion
On the Right Bank
The grape is Merlot
Spotting land, Cortez eased up the throttl
Jumped ashore and produced his best bottl
Got the natives all drinkin’
Till Aztec and Incan
And Mayan were all Quetzaquatl
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