February 2020
| BEER |
| The Poetry of Beer |
| G.K. Chesterton The Logical Vegetarian I am silent in the Club, I am silent in the pub., I am silent on a bally peak in Darien; For I stuff away for life Shoving peas in with a knife, Because I am a rigid Vegetarian. No more the milk of cows Shall pollute my private house Than the milk of the wild mares of the Barbarian I will stick to beer and sherry For they are so very, very, So very, very, very, Vegetarian. |
| K. J. Sagees My Fellows ---------- Why, we’ll smoke and drink our beer. For I like a drop of good beer, I does. I’ze fond of good beer, I is. Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine. But we’ll all of us here stick to our beer. |
| Oliver Goldsmith The Alehouse Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good beer, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius better discerning. D. K. Soupely Only Beer Feast on beer or fast on water, And your honor shall stand sure If an angel out of heaven Brings you something else to drink, Thank him for his kind attentions, Go and pour it down the sink. |
| William Aytoun The Empty Bottle ------------- Ah, liberty! how like thou art To this large bottle lying here, Which yesterday from foreign mart, Came filled with potent English beer! A touch of steel — a hand — a gush — A pop that sounded far and near — A wild emotion – liquid rush — And I had drunk that English beer! And what remains? – An empty shell! A lifeless form both sad and queer, A temple where no god doth dwell — The simple memory of beer! |
| K.K. Distaff The Mouse I had a bad day, but beer you’re my best friend. Let’s hit the clubs, and go on a bend. Glass after glass, of your sweet hoppy taste. You fill me with joy, from my feet to my face |
| Read more Beer Muse in the ARCHIVES |
| Toasts Here’s to our guest— Don’t let him rest. But keep his elbow bending. ‘Tis time to drink— Full time to think Tomorrow—when you’re mending . ---------- Beer will make a man quaff, Quaffing will make a man sing, Singing will make a man laugh, And laughing long life doth bring. --------------- Here’s to the bottle which holds a store Of imprisoned joy and laughter! Here’s to this bottle, Many more bottles, And others to follow after. |
| B.J.Lynch Beer Haiku Old friends grow closer and daily cares slip away with every pitcher |