I begin this shady morning
with Saint Emillion
amazed by his truffle warning
i dedicate him a song.
Continue with Chablis
i eat my red lobster
waiter, some more butter, please
and don't take me for a mobster.
Then i getting pretty wasted
by Nuit Saint George
so blackcurrant tasty,
i'm gonna have to confess in church.
So now i am flying high
on a Vosne Romanee
who needs Munster cheese, why?
when i have Mercurey!
And finally, gents,
lying on the evening beach,
Margaux came to me, at the final strength
Crashed me down, now ain't that a bitch!!!
20.8.2011.
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