Red Vines (Parody Of Red Red Wine By Neil Diamond) Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Red Vines (Parody of Red wine, by Neil Diamond.)


Red red vines

Eaten like bread

Makes me me regret

I'm worse off enough


Red red vines,

It's all I need

It's my kind of stuff

Can't get enough


I'd have sworn, time after time

The thought of such sweets would leave my head

I was right, but alas, you returned to my mind

And so the one thing I regret


Red red vines

Why can't you see?

Can't leave it alone

My heart always nags

For those blue, blue bags

Red, red viiinnneeesss..