Funnel

A poem by inky in response to the daily post prompt

Funnel

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