The Vineyard

 I am not a plaster saint,

and I won't pretend to be

something that I truly ain't,

so don't you go and preach at me

about abstaining from my beer

to follow Jesus Christ;

the Bible makes it really clear

that wine wasn't sacrificed.

Look at the Cana wedding feast;

if the Christ was a teetotaler,

don't you think He would at least 

have turned wine back to water?

In Heaven we'll have us a brew,

and He will save one just for you.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MAKE. I damaged an eye, so I will make this short.

Make and mend, the wise men say,

for we cannot have it all,

not even days when we pretend

to be Cinderella at the ball,

for soon or late the hour strikes,

and the Visa bill comes due,

and we cringe and whimper 'Yikes!

Can I skin a quid off you?'

Better far to live within

the means ability has set,

for it is some kind of sin

to walk on past that and forget

that we just cannot spend our way

out of the debt from yesterday.

Not sure what I was trying to say there, do you? But it took less than five minutes!

Sylvia does love her wine. Well, mine, when she can steal it.