I think that I shall never hear
A poem as lovely as a beer
The brew that Dan's bar has on tap
With golden base and snowy cap
The foamy stuff I drink all day
Until my memory melts away
Poems are made by fools I fear
But only the Gaslight can make a beer

B. Ken Toms

"Home Brew"

Thirsty days hath September,
April, June and November;
All the rest are thirsty too
Except for him who hath home brew.

Captain Mike


Ale's the Stuff

Say for what were hopyards meant.
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of English Brews
Livelier liquor than the muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think

A. E. Housman

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