Port on a port wine table
A bistro by any other name
Wouldn’t be half as sweet
Have another slug of Dow’s Late Vintage
How sweet it is with tea biscuits
Irresistible as they are I sample each
Some more than once – I can’t help it
This evening should last longer
The sun sets on time every night
Nothing can stop it or the seasons
Time passes irrevocably
We exist in the present moment
Every taste of port and biscuit
Can last for an eternity or an instant
Solely dependent on savouring the moment
Pass the bottle
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