I made the city mine

I made the city mine

With stops and slops of wine

I weaved along the lanes

With the sound of trams and trains

I ordered white and red

While to the Waiter said,

“Ti’s your call my friend

I do not seek an end

But venture glass by glass

Seated on my arse”.

A day spent richly stopping

Through the beverage houses shopping

I watched the clock past four

Drink two, then three, then more

I think the time I had was fine

The day I made the city mine.

Grant Fenton 11 November 2015

Image: Grant Fenton Self Portrait With Wine