A Dirty Wine Poem
Ah, so you are here for a dirty, raunchy, nasty wine poem, you sick freak, I CAUGHT YOU. Just kidding. Here’s an original poem written by myself. Not safe for children!
Wine is for drinking.
Never an empty glass.
Numb the brain from thinking.
Time to drink drink, pass.
Popping that stubborn-ass cork.
Drinking myself into a fog.
Pairing it with some fine quality pork.
Who am I kidding, it was hot dog.
Drinking more than recommended.
Not giving a f**K.
This bottle is godd*mmed splendid.
Shhh, it’s f**king two-buck chuck.
Hope you enjoyed a fun, little poem I whipped up for you. If you have one of your own, send it my way and maybe I will post it!
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