‘The Sherry Adventure’ – Poem by Aly

When we get to the other side I will go on a Sherry adventure with Hassan and Claire.

I have planned a route – a mini festival to take over a weekend,

Sherry and Tapas in every port as we play Russian roulette with gout.

Come join us for the whole, part, or tail of this exploit.

We will start genteenly, discussing fragrance, mellowness and hue.

Is it dry and strong, or heavy and sweet? Or just extremely indifferent? 

On to the middle part, eyes slightly blurred, words sometimes stumbling

But everything absolutely to the point and remarkable in context and depth of meaning

At this point we will know more than the bodegas who produced this amber fluid.

And now the final part of the experience in which we forget to eat and lose our notes.

Everyone is our friend – they just don’t know it yet, our teeth are on edge with sugar overdoses

And kebab cravings outdo the joy of the warmth of food we had before.

When we get to the other side I will go on a Sherry adventure with Hassan and Claire.

Until then I will reread the map and add to our plans

Sherry and Tapas in every port as we play Russian roulette with gout.

Aly Smith Feb.’21

Dedicated to Claire and Hassan my fellow port and sherry enthusiasts and two most beautiful humans.

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