Oh Cabernet Sauvignon I look at your bottle and you’re almost gone Our time together seems to go so fast, as we sound a toast and raise a glass We always have such fun together but the next day I always feel under the weather You’re such a beautiful Ruby red, I feel a little dizzy; I don’t think I will make to my bed As I spill you on the floor, I think, one more stain I have to thank you for I think tomorrow we will have to part; I have another wine seeking my heart Its name is Sauvignon Blanc and makes far less stains on my bunk
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Just playing with words and picked this out whilst in the kitchen "Cabernet Sauvignon" :-)