A little bucket of chardonnay
Here’s a poem for the ‘dining club’ ladies and all those other wonderful people in my life (you know who you are) who, with me, enjoy moments that bring together wine, cooking and friends. It’s a little frivolous – I wrote it one day when I was really not in the mood for a Monday. Well, today is a Monday and I wish it wasn’t – but we can still dream of weekends and good times to come! Cheers, y’all. Happy days to you!
A little bucket of chardonnay
Sun’s coming up and traffic’s calling
Over the hills and far away
Sun’s arriving and I’m feeling
Grumpy-tired as this new day
Beckons me onward into the city
Humanity, ant-like, bustling along
Obligations got to be answered
But tonight I’ll sing a different song, and….
A little bucket of chardonnay
Always takes the edge away!
A song of friendship and relaxing,
A song to warm the inner soul
A song of cooking, wine and chat,
A song for feeling once more whole
And so, my friends, to food and wine
The grapes of solace, laughter, tears
The conversation’s ebb and flow
That sorts out all those little fears
And a little goblet of soft merlot
Spins me into high from low!
So forget the business of the day
Take up your glass and fill it full
With friendship, laughter, life and love
Gifts to self, and tools to pull
Joy from sorrow, smiles from strife
Relax! It’s time for letting go
Restoring reason and its rhyme
Balancing the status quo
And a bottle shared, be it red or white
Can lift a gloom and bring on light!