Poems of the Week


by Stephen Gold

“Brad, Angelina and the grapes of wrath
The actress’s lawyers claim that her ex-husband’s interest
in viniculture is an affectation.”
The Times

In old Provence, there’s been a stink,
And things are far from in the pink.
The ground resounds with vintage whines,
Alleging venal deeds with vines.

What is fermenting such ill will?
The truth is easy to distill,
For once we’ve siphoned off the glitz,
We see what’s left. It’s just the Pitts.