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The Poetry of Beer
Charles Bouldain
The Soul of Beer
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One night, from bottles,

sang the soul of beer:
'0 misfit man, I send you

for your good
Out of the glass and c
ap
where I'm confined,
A melody of light and brotherhood!

I know you must, out on the blazing hill,
H
ops and barley sweating
beneath the piercing rays
To grow my life in me, my soul and will;
I'm grateful to you,a
s I drink today
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Emily Richardson
Beer Never Brewed

I taste a beer never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort H
ops
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days –
From inns of molten Blue –


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Bob Castro
Beer, Beer, Beer

There once was a man of 60
Who who had always been rather thrifty
Now with pennies to spare
and not a boss to fear
he's happily retired
and drinking beer
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Jack Houseman
Haiku Time

it’s too hot for golf
today, but it’s not too hot
to drink a few beers
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An treasure beer
Sparkling in my goblet
Makes me feel god-like
Charles Stuart Calverley
Beer

‘That abstinence from Malt
Has always struck me as

extremely curious.
The Greek mind must have

had some vital fault,
That they should stick to liquors

so injurious –
(Wine, water, tempered p’raps

with Attic salt) –
And not at once invent that

mild, luxurious,
And artful beverage, Beer.

How the digestion
Got on without it,

is a startling question.

Or to drink it at tiffin, when thirsty
and warm,
We say to the khidmutgar*,
“bring me some beer,”
Soon, soon do we feel its most
magical charm,
And quickly the eatables all disappear.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry,
Born to keep used-up

Londoners awake?
What is Falernian, what is

Port or Sherry,
But vile concoctions to

make dull heads ache?
Nay stout itself – (though good

with oysters, very) –
Is not a thing your reading man

should take.
He that would shine, and petrify

his tutor,
Should drink draught Allsop

in its “native pewter.”
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Lynn Zalez
One At A Time

Beer before liquor, never been sicker.
Liquor then beer, have no fear.
Beer before gin, sick in the bin.
Beer from a bottle, piss at full throttle.


Ale before sleeping,
morning of weeping.
Three pints of Guinness,
get down to bin'ess.

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Brian O'Connor
More Beer

It doesn't matter if the glass
Is half full or half empty
Either
has no peer
It just means that there is
More than enough room
To add more b
eer
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If I Was a Duck

If beer was water
and I was a duck
I'd swim to the bottom
and never come up
But beer is not water
and I'm not a duck
so pass me a bottle and
let's toast to good luck
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