May 2020
The Poetry of Beer
Martin Brunnschweiler
Buy Bushy's Beer
The Bushy’s crew brewed lots of beer
But TT is cancelled this year
Please give Martin a ring
Four great beers he will bring
To doorsteps to give you good cheer

Two pints cost you only four quid
So do as my husband just did
Call four nine four three nine three
Delivery has no fee ...
They’re only too pleased to get rid!
J. Attacap
(apologies to Pablo Neruda)
Wonder of Beer
Day-colored beer,
night-colored beer,
beer with orange hues
or beer with hops that ooze,
starry child
of earth,
beer, smooth
as a golden sword,
as lascivious velvet,
beer, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,

never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
Fear Band
More Beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer, more beer
When I get home from work
and I'm dyin' of thirst
All I want is more beer
I run into the kitchen and
I tear off my shirt
All I want is more beer
Open up a six pack
I'll be downin' it first
All I want is more beer
I can open up and finish faster than you
All I want is more beer
Gonna kill a case or maybe two
All I want is more beer
If there was no more beer then what
would we do
All I want is more beer
William Stevens
To Drink
There are people, I know, to be found,
Who say, and apparently think,
That sorrow and care may be drowned
By a timely consumption of drink.

Does not man, these enthusiasts ask,
Most nearly remove all fear,
When engaged in the soul-stirring task
Of filling his body with beer?
Francis Saltus Saltus
What merry fairy, oh cool,
delicious beer,
Gave thee the power through
centuries to maintain
A charm that soothes dull care,
and laughs at pain;
A power sad hearts to vitalize
and cheer?

No blasé palate of thy drops can fear;
Once quaffed, lips eager, seek thy
sweets again,
Without thee students sing
no loud refrain;
Laughter and mirth depart, be
thou not near.

And when I drink thee to
my soul’s delight,
A vision of King Gambrinus,
fat and gay,
Haunts me, and I behold bright
tankards shine,
And hear him laugh with
many a thirsty wight,
And merry maiden, drinking
night and day,
In quaint, old, gabled towns
along the Rhine.
Read more Beer Muse in the
Hilarie Bellock
The Pelagian Drinking Song

And thank the Lord
For the temporal sword
And howling heretics too.
And all good things
Our Christendom brings
But especially barley brew!
With my row-ti-tow
Especially barley brew!
It's Beer
Of all my favorite things to do,
The utmost is to have a brew.
My love grows for my foamy friend,
With each thirst-quenching elbow bend.
Beer’s so frothy, smooth and cold–
It’s paradise–pure liquid gold.