Whose wine is it, anyway?

She mulls over a multitude of dresses, While she curls up her auburn tresses. Into a heap of satin she'll wriggle, Tossing the attires with a nervous giggle. Every gown whether satin or lace, Does not seem to bring out her face. With brash impertinence the gown would divulge, Her every flaccid protruding bulge. The corset with all it's tightening, Wasn't portraying her as placid and mellow, Her teeth despite the whitening, Seemed stained and yellow. But the woman failed to realize, That her beauty dwells in her eyes, It escaped her mind , that she was one of a kind. While women eyed her with envy, Men awed her comely grace, Her mind was clogged with a daunting frenzy, That settled upon her pretty face. Not once did she look up and observe, The glances aimed at her with animated verve, She was down with the spreading bout Of venomous self doubt. An untoward imbecile, With no particular talent or skill, Showered her with a word of praise,...

The Amount of time it consumes to wipe the nose and sniff has often delayed ships and stalled marriages. Oh the perils of the common cold! Examinations and Wars come with warning but the darned cold descends unexpectedly. The first itch of the pallet, followed by the watery eyes and then the barrage of Sneezes has most often than not taken every respectable man by storm. The armory of kerchiefs are then on display wielding away the phlegm from trickling down. The common cold brings out the worst in us and also sickens our accents. We say "doh" instead of "no" and "done" instead of "none". The nasal voice grips and takes over our speech causing us to sound comical and trying. How often is a man with influenza taken seriously? Rarely! If Martin Luther King went upon the podium and said "I have a dream" in a nasal twang, it would cease to be a dream and take the form of a nightmare. History reveals that The white kerchief is a si...