Red Mine- White Thine- - What? Wine Poem by me poet yeps poet

Till the bottle is closed
make love to it

when it is opened
all wine will spill

red ink
whose is it
the wink
will link

the bar woman
will claim
a large sum as felony

come stick
those bills in me
drunk as you may be

never make love
to wine
when you are
a promised
server of mine

now stand in line
I'll bring more
what?
white wine
let red
be only within mine

seek more of mine
never whine
red is best
know now 'tis thine

so lay at peace
at rest
CORONA CALLED
yesterday
it is RED
and
so consider the next moment
yes moment only
as
dead
you are jammed
in a bottle
unread
but
red