Women And Wine!

Of these two
Who does it better?
For its clear
Death comes no matter

Wine when red
Goes straight to the head
Women when wrong
Goes straight to the bed

Destruction
Is in both their arms
Instructions
Are in both their charms

For sickness
Both report healing
For pleasure
Both report feeling

A good wife
That woman of worth
You can trust
Her love can give birth

The good life
Wine can but promise
Memories
Fade, with all your strife

Of these two
Who does it better?
For its clear
Death comes no matter