The Winter Wind

No surprise
It takes time
For sunrise
But dinner is sublime

The cabbage
Raw
Now a ravage
Called slaw

Saute 
Garlic puree
Then play
Onion and say

Add 
Sweet port
All said
Ready the comport

Add sausage
Some pivo
Demand courage
Close with vino

Then cook
For hours
But look 
Who devours