Here I sit upon the ground
A man lost in all the sound
Staring blankly at the bottle
Pondering softly at what’s found.
Foolish wanderer of blind drams
Fumbling words with shaking hams
Where fingers darting leaving mottle
Is replaced by scared lambs.
As he stares into the brown
Reaching, stretching, for a noun
Stopping only to withdraw till
in enters a large clown.
Wide red lips upon a face
Uglifying the remaining space
His only word a drinking throttle
“Howdy” then I increase pace.
And then the room is again dark
No light, not even a dim spark
Cannot move, surrounded by wattle
A mystery dram, yet another shark.
Price: N/A at the LCBO
Region: San Francisco
Colour: 7.5YR 5/8
Nose: Lemon, brine, oak, honey, wheat, butter, icing, mint
Acid rises up the sides
With sweetness, it collides
Too much sweetness in the tides
Taste: Butter, oak…
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