Brain Drain Cabernet. Comfort Me With Cabernet.

 

 THE BRAIN DRAIN CABERNET

 

Dr. Suess and wine. Now that’s what you need, no-really, you do! That’s the good Dr.’s prescription for today. You have his permission! Here’s why: Today is Dr. Suess Day (also National Read Across America Day), so in his honor and back by Popular Demand and Numerous Requests, I am re-posting this, one of my personal favorites.I’ve gotten hundreds of your emails, texts, messages, etc. and I hear you.So enjoy it here now and in my SOON-TO-BE-PUBLISHED book! (Woo-hoo!) In the meantime, pour a glass and drink this in.Salute! 

 

 

 

Comfort me with Cabernets.

My brain’s not screwed in tight.

Help me plug my ears in case it

Wanders out of sight.

 

With a new vintage in one hand

And a corkscrew on my right

I forget about the world

And I sleep just fine at night.

 

 

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I feel like The Brain Drain Cabernet wrote itself.  Thank you, Dr., for the inspiration from Greatheart And The Brain Drain. The above poem I wrote – actually it seems it wrote itself.  Sometimes that happens.  And depending on your sense of humor – I give the blame, or credit to Dr. Seuss and the wonders of  http://www.seussville.com/.    

 

 

 

Dr. Seuss was not only an author classic books, he wrote many poems.   I stumbled across Greatheart and The Brain Drain as I wrote my post, Scrambled Brains and Ham, Please.

 

 I was seeking just the perfect words. His poem cracked me up and I penned  several in afterwards in his honor.

 

Because – you know the feeling – sometimes I burn through keyboards, fingers desperate to keep up with the words and thoughts overflowing from my brain.

 

And then there are the times when I curse the cursor.

 

Blinking, blinking, Taunting me, waiting, waiting, naa-naa-na-na-na.  Waiting for just the right verbiage.

 

Not this time, my fingers continued to blaze:

 

Comfort me with Cabernets.

My brain’s not screwed in tight.

Help me plug my ears in case it

Wanders out of sight.

 

With a new vintage in one hand

And a corkscrew on my right

I forget about the world

And I sleep just fine at night.

 

Words. More words. Too many – it jumbles.

The synapsis fires, but the message is mumbled.

Hear it? There it goes, another neuron fires

Process in motion, before complete — it tires.

 

Wait! I remember – I had something to do-

Oops, no I lost it, that thought gone too.

Too much to do, the order scrim-scram

A ‘supposed to’ oops, a muttering, ‘damn’.

 

Lists, they can help and often they do

but then my list of lists – it gets lost too.

So then the solution, how I’ve thought of many

Tried on several, yes, there’s been plenty.

 

The answer right now, ah, I know it, it’s true

A deep rich cabernet , not one maybe two

Pour Self-medication full in a glass

As I tell all the demands to just kiss my —

 

WRITTEN BY: MARIA LUCE, THE EMPOWERED MOM