Should oak and ML* be forgot,
and then what do you find?
A bold vintage that has been wrought.
this cold-tank wine.

For cold-take wine is here;
bold cold-tank wine.
It’s fermented in stainless vats,
fine cold-tank wine.

And surely I’ll raise high my cup—
well, glass; it’s not a stein.
It’s purely made in stainless, that
is, cold-tank wine.

For cold-tank wine we cheer,
bold cold-tank wine.
It’s not made inside oaken slats,
fine cold-tank wine.

I sip until I start to swill…
but still not out of line.
It is not boringly butterscotch smooth,
the cold-tank wine.

For cold-tank tastes clear;
perhaps some notes of pine?
It does not taste like oaken slats,
fine cold-tank wine.

I’m getting addled as it streams
down chin…nose starts to shine.
Before too long, I overgorge
on cold-tank wine.

Now cold-tank wine in tiers
below you’ll find
in puddles on the table’s slats
spilled cold-tank wine.

I’m a fan of this trusty blend,
but hand and mouth aren’t aligned.
The result is a lot of splash
of cold-tank wine.
Now cold-tank wine is smeared
all over shoes that shine.
I’ve had too much, so out I pass.
Out cold am I.