Bordeaux…

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…

                                       (ed)