Of Hatches and Ports
batten down the hatches
any port in a storm;
I have to admit
storm or no storm
I have never liked port
it always seemed to me
to be a drink from a time
when men retired after dinner
to a separate room to warm their arses
at the fire, share a bottle,
and indulge in convivial chat –
the odour of old sweat rising from tweed
the ladies in the next room, discussing
what else: their husbands and their gout
Inspired by the prompt “batten down the hatches” over at Saturday Mix – Mad about Metaphor.
That is quite clever. I’ll sail away from that sort of port, too. Too sweet!
Thanks Eilene !
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