'Twas the night before December, while resting on the sofa,
I sipped my glass of wine; empty, 'oh bother'.
New bottles were hung on the wine rack with care,
I chose the Rioja from the end, there.

Back to the sofa to relax and unwind,
But unease lingered in the back of my mind,
A feeling like this made me gloomy and rotten,
'Twas the cork on the counter, alone and forgotten.

Back to the kitchen I ran with speed,
With an idea of achieving a good deed.
I grasped the cork, so little and wee,
From you I shall fashion a Christmas Tree!

That may not have been exactly at it happened but it is not far off! I hate throwing away anything that can be reused or recycled into something new and so I thought I would apply that to the humble wine cork! (Apologies for the rhyme, or lack of one!)