Hosting Green Claret At the Crystal Palace

Everything seemed secure Inside the crystal palace safe and pure Welcoming the claret wine For a taste testing and dine This evening’s match Featuring best grapes from Burnley’s vineyard patch Such a glorious exhibition Sit back, watch and listen Deciding seating places at the table Both having positions that are stable Winner will enjoy a fruity high Loser will find themselves in the bottom half reading a PS ‘nice try’ But if the result is a draw Movement up the ladder will be small Stated in the scoring rule law When the sipping began okayed by the starter A communication was written like a charter “This wine is very tarter!!” “It is green wine!” One server defined Identification decided to decline Giving it a few swirls To those wearing pearls “I must get my red card” An affluent said headed to the bar But none was giving “You must be kidding!” Richness carried on And a few minutes later found the one with the magical Dublin wand “If it was up to me We could have a toast at the first tee Then drive a fair way Enjoying a dessert, a parfait With a nice shot Hitting the right spot” Looking at the Irish steward A royal tried not to be forward “Is that the reason for the interesting taste?” A princess wondered about the luring liqueur base “That was my goal Would you like your glass chilled or cold?” Wanting to leave These well to dues led out the decree “That is not all right Picking a fight” Putting the plastic chalice down Showing angry frowns “You should sample mine Squirt it with lime Give time Your smile will shine” Hearing that stated Elite spirits really felt degraded Going home alone Needing Napa Valley on the phone Shrugging his shoulders the young entrepreneur did Smelled the cork that was the bottles lid Knowing the whip creamy topping shouldn’t be hid Mumbling to himself “This needs an honest bid” Going on to the stage he muddled Many still around to hear a rebuttal “A colorful treat for the taking An eloquent find in the making For those tired of the dreaded soda bread baking” Hands went up with many shouts Wanting the green wine that no one knows anything about