Drinks Poem by Nathaniel Bassey

Drinks



Give me wine inside a clean bright glass
For I despise having to drink from brass
And if you want to dare me
Then know I have killed 200 men at least

Wine is my favorite after water
I could do without anything but wine this summer
Let it be known that drinking is my life
For this, I have sworn to let go any kind of strife

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wine
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