The
wine snob swirls, sniffs and sips the item,
Thoughtful-faced till it’s
inside him,
While we (the peasants) fake knowing stance,
Waiting impatiently for our chance,
Hardly caring if it’s white, pink or red -
As long
as it’s plentiful and we’re soon fed.
The "wine snob" (we learn) is called a sommelier,
As
he passes us brie crepes paired up with a chardonay,
Then sushi with sake
and shiraz from down under
With cutlets of lamb
– Oh Lord, it’s a wonder!!!
Bring on the pheasant
with pinot noir!
Enlightenment strikes
us, awakened we are!
So consider
the food when removing the cork:
A wine is much
better when used with a fork.
Judy Andrus Toporcer
May 2006
