Neat Wines

At Brompton I, when winter reigns,
Great-coated quaff my wine,
But when red Phaebus tans the plains,
I under canvass dine.

My glass I to each season shape,
Nor keep, in either, Lent.
My drink, when winter frowns, is Cape ,
My summer beverage Tent .
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