Upon the lip of my wine glass
A tiny gnat alit
All day he darted here and there
He wanted just to sit

The fragrance of the wine was wafting
Up for him to smell
The gnat was slowly drawn into
It’s deep dark purple spell

He felt a certain tipsiness
His head began to spin
He stumbled on the glass’s rim;
And slipped and fell right in

Floundering amidst the swill
He knew that he was done
He didn’t drown but he got drunk
And in more ways than one

I raised the glass up to my lips
The Gnat began to swim
I couldn’t waste the Cabernet
I drank the wine and him

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
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