Not the town in France,
Nor the wine of the same name,
From whence this word came,
Out of the “id” of ed, so same.
I have to be dealing my site, here, a deathblow,
Better to just take a bright yellow backhoe,
And dig me a large deep “hoe”,
To bury my works & my body, head to toe, in.
Why the hell did I call this weirdness, Bordeaux?
I ask myself the same question, as I wax poetic, herein,
But before I overflow & get myself in dutch, or ditch, with my readers,
I will just end this here saying a very friendly, hello…