Pinot this and pinot that This young Grenache is a trifle flat Better to try and get along With a slightly older Sauvignon
I sometimes get a trifle low When dabbling in a cheap Merlot And so to scare the blues away Will sip a spendy Chardonnay
But to avoid real ennui Drink super Oregon Pinot Gris And let’s be quite awfully frank That’s much better than Chenin Blanc
But while you sort out your Pinot Give a break to Grignolino It’s good, but not the same as A bold and cheeky Oz Shiraz
And if you want to go very far Don’t ignore local Pinot Noir It always sells well on the block And I wonder who likes Marechal Foch
As I was supping a cute Barbera At a certain State affaira Things got quickly very highbrow When someone mentioned Muller Thurgau
It is no lack of vinous respect That makes us scorn the best Malbec And can you find me a single fan Of that very odd vine, Carignan?
If one must go to a grapey hell There’s good company in Zinfandel But if we really must go Could we have some Nebbiolo?
In the end we all agree Any wine is better free But if not free we’ll surely call Any wine beats none at all!
There are hundreds of grape varieties. Some make good wine, some do not. A poem including all of them would be too long. This one takes care of the obvious contenders.