Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds
Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast
Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate
Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment
Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue
Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite
It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it
Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke
Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it
Notes played from the strings and brass floated
Over the timpani and xylophones being hammered at
It was then that the woodwinds began to wail
Sending each section into a race to match their bravado
Eventually, the conductor silenced them. She knew the first day in an orchestra as new musicians could be… trying
Jumping around to the massive beat
As the band played on and on
Made them sweat out any bad vibes
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
It felt like Bob was being played
Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree
Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…
That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte
Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that
Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top
Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process
Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it
Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but
There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!
Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance
Oregano and tomato played the bass notes
Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes
Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue
Finding humor in so much tragedy
Avarice played as generosity
Risqué acted out as pious living
Clowns come off as kings
Everything that makes 2020 what it is
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Meandering through the tall grass
Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky
All while admiring the punches of flowery color
Dotting the serene landscape
Overhead hawks played among the updrafts
Winding down a perfect day
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