Margret's Marvelous Liquid

• Irene Roy, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

The great wine convention was back in town
All grape framers were picking at their lush vineyards
Although they were no match for Margret Mad’s marvelous liquid,
Her freckled face glistening in the sun.

The judge stared desirously at the long row of wines
The petite gold plated chalices sparkled in the sun
The judge grinned unpleasantly revealing her repulsive teeth,
It was time to taste the wine.

The first wine was quite the unusual colour
The judge’s plump, greasy lips touched the shimmering chalice
Her nose crinkled up in disgust and repulsion,
This also happened with all the others.

Soon it was time to savour Margret Mad’s wonderful wine
The judge threw a look at Margret and tasted her marvelous liquid
Suddenly, a burning, tingling sensation hit her mouth
This was the last time anyone had heard from the judge, Margret just grinned.