Dear Mr.Wine....... Why doth you taste indefinitely divine? Was it your soft yet hard sealed cork, Or was it medusa, your duchess renound sort? So ruby rose you are, an elixir for the affluent Your taste yet sour nor sweet, sometimes bitter You are to me, Yet it all begins from opening you From using my turnstile top of thine corkscrew! I call it the corkscrew bop Spinning of the top, to pop the cork off Does my corkscrew do So that we may drink a few