April 2021
The Poetry of Beer
Li Bai
The Brew

If heaven loved not the brew,
A Beer Star would not be in heaven;
If earth loved not the brew,
The Beer Spring would not be on the
Since heaven and earth love the brew,
Need a tippling mortal be ashamed?
The transparent beer, I hear,
Has the soothing virtue of a sage,
While the turgid is rich, they say,
As the fertile mind of the wise.
Both the sage and the wise were
Why seek for peers among gods and
Three cups open the grand door to
Take a jugful, the universe is yours.
Such is the rapture of the brew
That the sober shall never inherit.
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Hilaire Belloc
Sngn of the Brew

Now the faith is old and the Devil bold
Exceedingly bold indeed.
And the masses of doubt that are
floating about
Would smother a mortal creed.
But we that sit in a sturdy youth
And still can drink strong ale
Let us put it away to infallible truth
That always shall prevail.

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!
John McCalley
The Rules

Beer before liquor,
never been sicker.
Liquor then beer,
have no fear.

Beer before gin,
sick in the bin.
Vodka and ice,
pay a high price.

Wine after Pimm's,
lose a few limbs.
Beer from a bottle,
piss at full throttle.

Little Big Town
Day Drinking

Everybody's always waiting on Friday
Watching that clock and sittin' on go
Whatcha' say we find a little warm
And open up an umbrella on the patio
Don't need a reason or a happy hour
Ain't hanging 'round for a  show

Don't wanna wait 'til the sun's sinking
We could be feeling all right
I know you know what I'm thinking
Why don't we do a little neer drinking?

J.K. Stephen
A Drinking Song

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 approach no fear,
When engaged in the soul-stirring task
Of filling his body with beer?

Have not beggars been frequently
When satisfied, soaked, and replete,
To imagine their bench was a throne
And the civilised world at their feet?

Lord Byron has finely described
The remarkably soothing effect
Of liquor, profusely imbibed,
On a soul that is shattered and

In short, if your body or mind
Or your soul or your purse come
to grief,
You need only get drunk, and you'll find
Complete and immediate relief.
Pablo Feruda
Ode to Beer

Beer color of day
Beer color of night
beer with your hues of brown
or yellow so bright,
starry child of the earth,
beer, smooth as a golden sword,
soft as ruffled velvet,
beer spiral-shelled and suspended,
loving, of the land,
you’ve never been contained in one
in one song, in one man,

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