Free verse № 121687
Sauvignon
Try my Lâorangerie Ninety-Four
Iâve saved it for this special night
Loire Valley southwest of Paris
and tell me how it feels
So he raised a glass
swirled expertly
inspected legs
inserted his member
sensing bouquet
âFull-bodied, fineâ he said
âYouâve a French sensibilityâ
âThank you,â I sighed
breathing heavily
He tasted, smiled
bid me drink ahead
a gentleman to be sure
When weâd drunk our fill
and said goodnight
I returned bottle to rack
brought from hiding
the empty Two-Buck-Chuck
and put it in the trash
13 comments
This is not poetry. It's a bad idea on its last legs.
a) claim to be knowledgeable about wines, and
b) mistake a $2 bottle of wine for some aged French Sauvignon?
Of course, that's not the point. The point is it's a metaphor for guys who are dogs, didn't I see the whole inserting his member bit, wasn't that clever? No, it wasn't particularly. And no, for a metaphor to work it's GOT TO WORK IN REAL LIFE (ie, wine) before working in metaphorland (ie, sex). Otherwise I could just write a poem about how my rugged good looks are a metaphor for my winning personality.
Anyway, answer the question for a dinar. I know you think it's some clever word-trap, so I'll go first: No, I don't know anybody who would do both of those things.
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