Divine Grape

The divine grape an illusion born
An old peanut brittle and torn

The divine grape sweet and wet
A precious drop lost as the baby wept

The divine grape on the 11th hour
Flesh so tender under celestial power

The divine grape an expanding mind
Blessed night sky and no love to find

The divine grape and baby to behold
Crumbling peanut, quashed grape and couldn’t be told

Find something genuinely funny every day and be proud of every line laid upon your face by laughter