She is born to spin, to turn, to twist
For galas, gaeity, she exists
Slowly her shining arms and hands
Lift synchronized in ceremonial dance
Above her lustrous head, they meet
In stylish silver, her costume, sleek
Crystal overhead is witness to
Her heroic grand finale move
As her body becomes airborne
Through the sommelier's proven form
Spent, she lies, by the Cabernet
As jubilant fans approach, hooray
She unabashedly owns
The burgundy bouquet
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