Buy me another port and I'll tell you
about Milton wanting to paint.'
I remarked that his usual tipple
resembled a sick man's piss.
He raised the glass to the light
until it winked, and said
'Ah, Pasteur, now...'
grasshopper
Great poem. As the cliche goes, the grass is always greener.
Thanks.
Gary
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