Or do you serve it when things are okay?
Maybe aged whine is more your style.
You have years worth stored in your vile.
Soured properly, years passed from the plucked vine,
At just the right time, you pop the cork of whine.
Gallons served without an ounce of tenderness,
A long-winded sermon fueled by bitterness.
No one wishes to dine on this whine,
Sour and bitter, the worst moonshine.
So, all you who serve whine pay attention!
Whine is quite an addicting addiction.
Zip those lips when you wish to complain,
And as for the whine, you should abstain.
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