Red Wine Poem

Ten thousand grapes harvested, crushed and fermented,
Alcohol percentage zero,
Slowly over 2 weeks sugars begin to emerge then in pop the yeast to gorge,
As they consume molecules of alcohol start to emerge,
Alcohol percentage five,
At this point the yeast really comes alive,
A feast of sugars, an ygro of sweetness, to produce bubbles of consumption,
Alcohol precentage 10,
Out of the vat and into the oak barrels the red liquid is poured,
Down to the cellar under an umbrella of darkness,
There it waits for 20 years, good wine takes ages unlike beers,
Alcohol percentage 13,
Along comes a frog and gives it a whiff,
Just one little sniff from our experts nose, fills his nostrals with an aroma better than any rose,
Out of the barrel into the bottle, the yeast are gone red gold remains,
Alcohol percantge 14,
The bottle with thousands of relatives emigrates over seas,
Lands on the coast of mighty Blighty,
Out of the lorry and into a shop,
Alcohol percentage 14.5,
From the moment of its inception it has waited for me,
Twenty long years in a basement over the sea,
Along I come and pay Seven Pounds Fifty and in less than 20 minutes its inside me,
Alcohol units 10,
Once inside it goes to my liver, its so excited it starts to shiver,
Pounded and processed and sent to my brain, the beautiful alcohol keeps me sane,
Down to the kidneys all used and drawn, out through my bladder and onto the lawn
Alcohol units zero,
And so it returns to the earth from whence it came,
A peice of art 20 years in the making, torn apart in 20 minutes of thirsty undertaking