(Inspired by an article by Eric Asimov)
Wine is unpredictable, and so are those who drink it.
Is it overpriced grape juice? (Fie on those who think it!)
Rather, it is romance bottled by an artificer
That makes of life a glory (or just a little nicer.)
Each grape is handled with great care, its provenance debated
Before it’s processed into hootch at prices much inflated.
Labeled with a French or German title, it will fetch
A fee to make Bill Gates begin to tremble and to kvetch.
Plebeians cannot comprehend that viticulture soars
Above the heads of monarchs, presidents, and pinchbeck bores.
The mystery of wine is for the lover and the fool;
It will cause the one to sigh, the other one to drool.