Bereft of Merlot, Syrah or a juicy Beaujolais,
I’ve had to make a mug of English tea,
When I’d rather have a bottle of a perky French Gamay
Pinot Noir, Pinotage – or a glass of Cotes de Nuits.
There are grapes inside my fridge but the process could be long
Before I’d manufactured something that was drinkable.
I’d be a viniculture virgin and get so much so wrong
That the outcome frankly would be quite unthinkable.
Wine I shall go without (it only leads to gout),
Seeking something on the TV I can watch.
Wait! I have no need to whine about my winey drought,
I remember I’ve a rather decent Scotch.