I've been inspired to write a new poem, with a local bias...... Green and Blue We met in Green and Blue On a rainy day last June You were after a nice red To go with pasta, you said 'That's odd, so am I,' I lied - Just to stay by your side 'Maybe a Chateau-Neuf-du-Pap... Or a nice Merlot, perhaps' We stared at the racks of red In silence as we read, Vaguely concious of the rain Falling gently onto window pane. And so, as grapes on the vine Must be picked at the right time, I knew my moment had come To ask you the question... 'We could share....the bottle...I mean..' (God, suddenly I felt fifteen) Still staring at the racks You smiled and said, 'perhaps..'