Poem -

A Steady Head

A Steady Head

A glass of wine
before bed 
helps me keep
a steady head. 

It holds the monsters
at bay
and gets me through
to the next day. 

I like the reds
but not too dry. 
Maybe in a few years
I'll give Merlot another try. 

I occasionally 
like the sweet
but only as 
a rare treat. 

I'm pretty sure the people above me
are having sex in their bed. 
So, I might need a few more 
to keep a steady head. 

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A little wine induced humor...at least I think it's humor :)

xxxLily

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Deborah Evans

Hi Lily I wish I liked wine I dont like the taste 
of red wine and white I only have to have one glass 
and I am tipsy lol, If I drink I drink lager 
Your poem is funny, Love the ending :-)
Best wishes Debs xx

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Lily Cas

I've loved wine ever since the wee age of four. We went on a trip to Canada to visit my great grandparents and they all went to a vineyard and my dad would save me a little sip to drink from all the ones they tasted. i love it when I go over to my mothers friends house because they have amazing bottles of wine that are to expensive for us to ever buy! 

I'll drink pretty much anything but I prefer wine. 

I used to only drink sweet wines but as I've gotten older I enjoy the reds more.  

Glad you enjoyed! I believe the ending was actually happening! I heard it and thought it would conclude the poem perfectly :) 

xxxLily

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author
Syd

I love this poem, unfortunately when I have a glass I have a bottle...or more

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