The Wrath Of Grapes Poem by John F. McCullagh

Karma finds you eventually,
Sometimes while drinking a fine Chablis.
George Zimmerman is back in the news,
with sour grapes that left a bruise.
His girlfriend wouldn't kneel to play
so he bopped her with un Beaujolais!
His poor girlfriend, clad in a slip,
He christened like a navy ship.
Aggrieved assault is the charge he'll face
since cops were called out to his place.
He can't resort to "Stand your Ground"
His prints were on the bottle found.
Off to jail, George, where, they say,
You'll meet your true love every day.