SOT SOUGHT

In love to wine, to whom I say, is not crying,

On the peg locking the lips, gulp the joy and the grief; 

Every sot is of opine, to whom I say, is not crying,

In love to wine….

In the mood, can everything suit, a call for wine,

whether or not its mine,

In love to wine….

Fraternity and equine, can be brought with sips of wine,

Few can just, to the man, who has lust,

for the wine, that for which he is crying