CVD19.6

Today was a game of two halves -

During a bottle of Monastrell

And picking my way 

Back along the plateau,

In my head, towards La Mancha.

Day dreaming and drifting

Too many footsteps!

My brain is warped by Citra:

So sick of brewing beer

In such small quantities

And quality might unhing me?

Beer kit I was forced to sell

(By the one most at risk)!

All the most necessary kit

To survive Corona Virus!

But it insincerely

Buggered off to Micklethwaite!

Embraced by a

Southbank middleclass

Bastard!

What's the good of Citra?

Give me a noble hop

Or a fantastic noble grape

Not mind rot and pointless worry

This organic vino seems OK,

As the electricity went off

(And I ran out on gas)!

Such a silly situation,

And all I want to do is walk!