Central Otago Wine Tours Queenstown

Wine Poetry

by JakeT October 3, 2013

In Central did Pinot and Thyme
A love affair of wine decree
Where the Kawarau winds
and mighty Clutha branches find
Their way out to the sea
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With vines and trellis were laid down
And there were vineyards climbing slopes
Where spring brings bloom and autumn cold
And here did wineries elope
Making wine with whispers of gold.
(by Jake Tipler – based upon Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

 

Roses are red,
Wine is red too,
Poems are hard,
Wine!
(Unknown)

 

There once was a man who loved vino,
But couldn’t afford a good pinot,
But he could once a year,
Make a gallon appear,
For he knew the grapes would regrow.
(by Dan Mather)

 

Once upon a drunken day,
With wine I washed my cares away,
Two bottles down,
Cheered up my frown,
But tomorrow I’m going to pay.
(by Jake Tipler)

 

Bordering a sun drenched lake,
Are vines and posts and wires and stakes,
Are tractors stacked with unwieldly gear,
That one uses only once a year,
Are hills and flats so stunningly stacked,
With houses of the rich and fat,
Betwixt these affluent abodes,
We work our hands down to the bones,
To make a wine truely worlds apart,
In the name of our science/art.
(by Dan Mather)

 

The cats pee, and gooseberry,
Are pungent smells that worry me,
But still they persist,
Though one tries to resist,
To bottle the plonk,
Made from Sauvignon Blanc.
The wine is tart, it’s acids sharp,
And after a glass it burns my heart,
I cry and I cough,
And plead that they stop,
Though my protests are thorough,
Nothing stops bloody Marlborough.
(By Jake Tipler)

 

Of all the wines that i’ve made,
There’s one that personifies today.
It’s heavy, it’s red, It’ll put you to bed,
It is of course, Sauvignon, Cabernet.
(By Dan Mather)

 

Categories: Humour Poetry