The Sheveling Wine Estate
Black Americano and Creme Brûlée
Yes, here at the top of the Holme Valley
Overlooking the vineyard on the hillside
There appears to be a problem allocating tables
Although I am sat by a window
It seems that the computer is at fault
Its algorithm’s being somewhat inflexible
I never knew quite so many romantics
Frequented the Holmfirth region
Not at least since Last of the Summer Wine
Brought tears to our visitor’s eyes
I myself, once the mid-life crisis lover
Wrote a levelling up letter, on the moor
Sat by a dry-stone summer’s wall
Where a butterfly kept me company
