Bottle Battle Poem by Ima Ryma

Valerie, an Italian girl,
And Pierre, a Frenchman, did dine.
Both caught in a romantic whirl,
They ordered a bottle of wine.
But as they drank and ate they got
Into an argument about
Whether France or Italy ought
Be best wine makers without doubt.
Pierre did scoff at Valerie,
Insisted the best wine was French.
Scorned woman Valerie felt be,
Neck of the bottle she did clench.

She smashed the bottle on his head,
Got sprayed with wine and his blood, red.