Thanksgiving: A Poem

A bit of doggerel for the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving!

Wine

Our wine rack is two-thirds full.
Neither of us drinks much wine
Nor do we buy much.
We buy at opportunity.

Some wines are ten dollars.
Some are eighty.
We stack them in the slots
Without price, red and white together.

When the holiday arrives we unstop one
Wondering where we bought it
We pour and drink.

And remember all the other wines
The other holidays
The bottles long drained
Each of its own day.

We try to judge: Is this the eighty
That flew back with us from our Napa trip
Or is it the tenner from a grocery run?

We swirl and waft, sip and smile
Pretend to taste: nuts and coffee
Chocolate and oak
Fruit and tannin, open and finish.

On the label we look for clues
But R&D departments being what they are
The labels speak nothing but tricks.

We finish the bottle and guess at a price
Consign the bottle to be recycled
And forget to look up the cost.