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Sauvignon (Free verse) by Dovina Try my Lâorangerie Ninety-Four
Iâve saved it for this special night
Loire Valley southwest of Paris
and tell me how it feels
So he raised a glass
swirled expertly
inspected legs
inserted his member
sensing bouquet
âFull-bodied, fineâ he said
âYouâve a French sensibilityâ
âThank you,â I sighed
breathing heavily
He tasted, smiled
bid me drink ahead
a gentleman to be sure
When weâd drunk our fill
and said goodnight
I returned bottle to rack
brought from hiding
the empty Two-Buck-Chuck
and put it in the trash
Up the ladder:
Fulfilling the destiny
Down the ladder:
The Corner Tavern
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Posted: March 12, 2005 10:40 AM PST; Last modified: March 12, 2005 10:40 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.345782 Overall Rank: 3430 Comments:
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Dan garcia-Black @ 208.57.91.57
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12-Mar-05/5:26 PM
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2buckchuck&awinesnob. This is a lovely cock-tale of deceit.-10-
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Dovina @ 12.72.12.111
> Dan garcia-Black
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13-Mar-05/6:35 AM
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When deceived, deceive. And eye for an eye. But itâs fantasy really - getting even. Might as well laugh and write a poem.
Have you ever drunk a bottle of wine costing more than, oh, $10?
This is not poetry. It's a bad idea on its last legs.
Very funny pun - legs. hahahaha hahahahaha hahahahaha
Why don't you answer my question?
Yes
Could you honestly not tell the difference between it and the two-dollar wine? Call me clothesminded, but it strikes me that for a metaphor to work, the real-world thing it's referencing (in this case, the actual wine,) has to work. I'd be hard-pressed to name someone (even among the Islams here) who couldn't tell the difference between $2 and $10 bottles of wine.
Whether I could tell the difference is not even addressed in the poem, nor does it make any difference.
Sorry. I'll rephrase: Do you personally know someone who would both
a) claim to be knowledgeable about wines, and b) mistake a $2 bottle of wine for some aged French Sauvignon? Of course, that's not the point. The point is it's a metaphor for guys who are dogs, didn't I see the whole inserting his member bit, wasn't that clever? No, it wasn't particularly. And no, for a metaphor to work it's GOT TO WORK IN REAL LIFE (ie, wine) before working in metaphorland (ie, sex). Otherwise I could just write a poem about how my rugged good looks are a metaphor for my winning personality. Anyway, answer the question for a dinar. I know you think it's some clever word-trap, so I'll go first: No, I don't know anybody who would do both of those things.
I know someone whom I believe could make the mistake and who claims to be knowledgeable about wines. Of course thatâs not the point, nor is it a metaphor for guys who are dogs. Itâs a fantasy of getting even for a deception. The relationship between having a glass of wine with a man and having sex is an add-on, not the main purpose of the poem. Still, the metaphor works in real life, I think, though itâs admittedly not well developed in the poem.
Oh. Then it's simply not a very good metaphor, or very useful in this poem. And I still find it hard to believe. But then I'm not Californian. Anyway, sorry :-(
smut.
Funny, yes. Poetry, afraid not. 8 for the laugh.
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