Vino Voluntaire

This morning the Fruit of the Vine
Is no longer a comrade of mine.

Last night, a different story
Side by side to glory.

Much later, as I slept
The toxic turncoat crept
Through blood vessels and veins
To muscle mass and brains.

Its time to end this war
I`ll fight this fight no more





Unless of course Fitou is on special offer again (3 for 2)





Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-03-08 at 00:48

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is absolutely outstanding! I'm still laughing.
2016-03-08


Nancy Sikora
Ah, the exhaltation and then the crash. Love it!
2016-03-08


Deeps
Very well said
so much so
it makes a beautiful read
and the easy promise it holds
for you are listening to your body
and its cells
(the mind can manage its own business)
2016-03-08



Oh, promises, promises!!
A night of over indulgence will bring about complete abstinence from the best of us. You'll be better in time for the next sale.:-)
Very well done ... the poem I mean.
2016-03-08