Ode to Wine
A Sonnet by Fledermaus
My fragrant wine, you make me write.
I love the way you amuse me and inspire,
You screw my mind through day and night,
You are the spirit of my lyre.
Let me compare you to a smooth cherry?
You are by far more aromatic
Ice bites the debris of February,
As our clime slays southern Asiatics
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your glorious charm, your depth and style.
Thoughts of your fruity body fills my sordid days.
My love for you is the delightful wile.
Now I must go away with a graceful heart,
Remember me whilst we’re apart.