by Geoff Page
McSpigot’s vintage cask moselle
has had its lean roots watered well
and takes its false varietal nose
from certain juices fed by hose
from trucks that trundle soon and late
to destinations interstate;
likewise its somewhat rare bouquet
derives from kilotonnes per day
of fine cane sugar brought by truck
and added not so much by luck
but carefully to mask the taste
of vats that almost went to waste.
Its nose each week becomes more rare
by slow intrusion of the air.
Acidity’s somewhat elastic
and varies with the type of plastic.
The European woodland scene
does not detail the Pine-O-Kleen
that lingers in the air for hours
like aftershave or summer showers,
nor quite that impact on the palate
reminiscent of a mallet.
We also trust your tongue won’t tarnish
if French oak leaves a touch of varnish.
Designed for quaffing round the clock
and sanding tastebuds smooth with shock
it wrings the gullet like a bell ...
McSpigot’s Vintage Cask Moselle.