Made with love,
Grown on vines,
Ripened in the rosy sun,
Full of flavour with every glass.
Juicy bouquets of taste,
Deeps reds and crimsons in colour,
Blends of richness,
and all traditionally created.
So varied, oh so varied.
But does cost,
Account for quality,
Sometimes!
Robert Beef in English,
But it’s French,
Yes,
And I am English.
The best I've ever tried,
Twas like heaven sent,
Angels playing trumpets,
in my mouth, nose and brain.
Spirals of gold and silver,
My mouth rolls with flavour,
Oh to find such treasure again.
Dreams are made of this!
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