The night started slowly as we just sat and talked We were waiting for our friends to arrive We figured they’d be here by about half-past eight As neither had finished work till gone five.
But the bottles of wine were lined up in rows There were reds and roses, and there were whites And as neither of our friends had arrived yet Those bottles were full and clearly in our sights.
So we opened a red and a white one too Mine a Shiraz, for I like a good red My wife, well she started the white one As a Pinot she much favours instead.
And the time it just got that much later But our friends well they still hadn’t come And as each of us was drinking the vino Well it’s nice to raise a glass with a chum.
In the end our friends never did show up It was next week not this, we were dorks But we drank all the wine and enjoyed it And now we’re just left with the corks.
My granddaughter asked me if I could write a poem about a subject just chosen at random. She picked up a couple of corks from the previous night and this is the result. It is purely for fun…
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