Dark Purple Wine

Here I set sail,
Paris, France bound!
The boat makes me pale
with seasickness and cold,
but to me, it is true,
I seek adventure and gold
that are dark purple grapes!
For it is wine I make;
red and white grapes to apes
should be fed!
It is these dark grapes
to black from red
the numbers in my book.
Wait, what's that? A pigeon?
"Shoo!" I hear, "wait, look!"
In the distance an American Warship;
blocking us from Paris, France.
I guess no one will get to sip
Parisian coffee and wine,
for longer on the ship we dine.

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