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Wobbly and Almost Out of Wine

 Here’s to the chuckling
Cheshire Cat
moon glowing
like phosphorus
above us!

Cheers for mirth,
the spherocious
earth
and this vintage
that doth restore us!

Let us quaff
til we swoon
this savage
sauvignoon and
dance like loons
the bolero!

Here’s to a morrow
divested of
sorrow,
augmented by
Concha y Toro!

And lastly a toast
in the form of a boast
as we pass into “deep
vinous” slumber:
While juice from the vine is
elixir divine
a carafe of water’s much humbler!

Fun prompt for Day 11! I quote from the NaPoWriMo website:  “Poets have been writing about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem.”  

Here, anacreonotic or not, readers, is a poem about vino.

Notes:

“deep vinous” appeared in The Great Gatsby

Cheshire Cat is from Wikimedia Commons.

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