Something Practical For Valentine

There sits, atop a cherry tree a bird that badly needs to pee. He's eaten cherries to his fill and now is bloated, feeling ill. Bird guts turn cherries into wine for critics here, on Valentine. And if the critics have the gout the wine will drive the acid out. I think that I shall never see another fancy cherry tree. Nor any bird, a cherry thief who, bloated, aches for quick relief. But the idea of cherry wine gut-brewed just for my Valentine is reminiscent of the gout today is it, and I could shout! I'm off now to the local shop to get her present, a new mop.