By Andrew R. Duckworth

The only wine I’ll drink is red and sweet,
A few tosses around the glass
And a good sniff,
And then a sip.
I once drank a dry wine,
And some consider it very fine,
But my tongue prefers the sweet,
The cheap, red, sweet wine.
But if one offers me
A Long Island iced tea,
I’ll drink it down
And won’t ask questions.