A poem by inky in response to the daily post prompt
The wine makers had a quandry
they’d had a jolly good time
crushing and getting the last of the grape
to create a great wine
But filling the barrels to bottle
it was a bit of a strain
and the weight of some of the great oak casks
caused the brewers a bit of a pain
So system devised and created
with funnels and filters and hose
to transport the wine lake to green bottle
to solve the problem posed
And as wine entered bottle – the lake lowered
As the funnel transported its goods
and the viners smiled at their product
that began life at edge of the woods
The Inkwell 
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