On the feast of St. Vincent
The morn dawned inclement
Freezing various budding fruits
Imbibers of vino shrieked Oh No, not our juice
What a prospect, guzzling vile plebian hooch!
Endnote: January 22 is the feast of St. Vincent, patron saint of both winemakers and drunkards. Inclement weather bodes a delayed crop.
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