Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Wine Bibber

I would rather drink than eat,

And though I superbly sup,

Food, I feel, can never beat

Delectation of the cup.

Wine it is that crowns the feast;

Fish and fowl and fancy meat

Are of my delight the least:

I would rather drink than eat.

 

Though no Puritan I be,

And have doubts of Kingdom Come,

With those fellows I agree

Who deplore the Demon ***

Gin and brandy I decline,

And I shy at whisky neat;

But give me rare vintage wine,--

Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.

 

Food surfeit is of the beast;

Wine is from the gods a gift.

All from ********** to priest

Can attest to its uplift.

Green and garnet glows the vine;

Grapes grow plump in happy heat;

Gold and ruby winks the wine . . .

Come! Let's rather drink than eat.

r
Written by
Robert Service
1874-1958 / English
Lines·Words
24·140
AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write