I attended a birthday party years ago in a little village in the south of France with many, many horses. As the wine flowed into the afternoon, the guests started a contest to see how many flies they could trap in their wine glass. There was a winner.


The Rosé Resistance

At a sun-baked French party one day
the flies would just not go away
one man seized his glass
trapped nineteen - “oh la vache!”
and we toasted his skills with rosé!



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-17 at 21:44

Tags Limerick  Wine  Flies 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
a different skin for yer poems this one than what we're used ta. good you changed ya tune. everyone needs ta now and again
2026-05-21



In another weird way it spawned my own fishing memory where tge bluefish were being run up close to shore, many disabled with bites and my golden retriever, Kemo, would fetch them on command and we filled up a cooler, cooked them, set up volleyball on tge beach, got a keg a beer and voila--- best beach party ever.

I've never been to France but I sure would like to go-50 years ago instead.
2026-05-17



I love it! Great play with words.
I love it too-- for its simplicity.

Oh, and yeah, my back to Europe roots....
Are very heavily dominated with French DNA...

I no longer imbibe personally, but I did consume back in that time--
I was an avid connesiur of wine...

Bet you had a very good time!
And despite the flies.

Enjoyed this.
I felt the happiness preserved in the memory.
2026-05-17