Rick S. Seatte

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways?
I love cold beer
on hot summer days.
I love small bottles
Of special brews.
I love a beer
When watching the news.
I love it dark
I love it bright
I love it at mid-day
I love it at night.
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love it best
When somebody else pays.


Joanna Fuchs

Three old men on the golf course,
(Each had trouble hearing well)
Were playing a round on a breezy day,
When one blew over and fell.

"Windy, isn't it?" said one of them,
While helping the other to rise.
"No, it's Thursday," said the second man.
And they walked off to exercise.

The third man had listened intently;
Now he chimed in, with good cheer;
As he followed the others, he called out,
"So am I. Let's have a beer!"


Arthur Landis

Kevin came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s dying; one’s for him,"
He said, his eyes full of tears.

Each day it was the same,
Two beers and then he’d go,
One for his brother, one for him,
He’s sad but sweet, this schmo.

One day he orders just one.
His brother’s dead, I’m thinking.
I asked him, but he replied,
"No, it’s me; I’ve given up drinking."


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