“You must try my favourite drink you must, you must”
she washes glasses at the sink dare I trust, do I trust?
after all, I love red wine, it is exclusively mine
but if I don’t try, she will complain
Here goes, I must
I watch her pour it in the glass; oh my, oh my
she still insists I sip and try, again I try
the smell is heavenly, it tantalises me
I may indeed comply … oh help, time to try
The liquid scorches my tongue, aflame, aflame
why did I not resist …I am to blame
she watches trying not to laugh
What does she want? My autograph!
‘tis too strong for me, by half
Never again
I can still hear her laugh a sight to see
don’t ever offer Stones Ginger to me
I will sing a sweet refrain
You will not hear me complain
Of red wine, there’s no disdain
At least from me
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