“Oh
A ten dollar Bordeaux
What’s a nose?
‘Hints of shaved chili pepper’ “
She reads off the lable I suppose

“Cotez de Bordeaux
Puts me in mind of our old scow
Hung our legs off the prow
She’s a water nymph, I know

“A fragrant of Norse fir, swamps, schysts, alpine
Now she’s making it up, laughing all  in time
Sharp on the tongue, a boquet of be ye young
It can stand up and be a ton of fun and yum”

After a second glass it’s
“Park me at your portal honey
This bordeaux is where it’s at, like milk and money”
Over the rainbow, here we go