| --------------------------------------------- Janet Foley (with apologies to Dorothy Parker) Imperial beers, my dear are dangerous Have three at the very most. Have four and you're under the table. Have five and you're under the host. -------------------------- Thomas Louvering But if at the Church they would give us some ale, And a pleasant fire our souls to regale, We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day, And never once wish from the Church to stray. ----------------------- Sidney Sudster Starkle starkle little twink who the heck you are I think I'm not under what you call the alcofluence of incohol I'm just a little slort of sheep I'm not drunk like tinkle peep I don't know who is me yet but the drunker I stand here the longer I get Just give me one more drink to fill me cup 'cuz I got all day sober to Sunday up. ------------------------------ Jay Bee Little boy blue come drink your beer, Asleep in the meadow, after too much cheer. Where is the little boy that looks after the beer? Passed out under a haystack, hung over it would appear. ------------------------ Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |
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