Gwendolyn Rose Ojeda

A top ‘o the morning
To the Irish mead
To the bartender more tips
For this pleasant mead was
Sweeter than a fair maiden's lips
Over to the brisk taste of an amber
The refreshment of a smooth  pale
I was hanging on the edge
Waiting for my  cask-conditioned ale


Brian Hutton

Golden, amber, pale or porter,
doesn't matter,
just bring me a beer
clear as the Northern night,
fresh as the company I keep.
And maybe just one more before I sleep.


Marcus Kevin Fishly

There once was a man who did not have a fear
when he sat down and drank a six pack of beer
his belly did bloat, his weight it did rise
but the beer gave the feeling of being so wise

The thought of it cooling, so frosted and near
in the mug it sits so golden that beer
the taste is so good never bitter or queer
bringing always a laugh and never a tear

Many a time in that room full of cheer
a wrong emotion did come from that beer
it was never right to hold it so dear
replacing importance with just another cold beer

William Butler Yeats

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the
neighbors vote.


Oliver Holmes

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius better discerning.

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John Blackman

'Twill open you throats-
You may preach without notes
When inspired with a bumper of Nottingham ale


J. Caxton

When schoolboy friends meet once again,
who have not met for years,
Say, over what will they sit down
and talk of their careers,
Your wishy washy wines won't do
and fiery spirits fail
For nothing blends the heart of friends
like good old English Ale.


Christopher Morley

O ales that were creamy like lather!
O beers that were foamy like suds!
O fizz that I love like a father-
O fie on the drinks that are duds!



When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in a tavern die,
With a tandard by me


Lord Charles Neaves

Pure water is the best of
gifts that man to man can bring.
But who am I that I should have
the best of everything?
Let princes revel at the pump,
let peers with ponds make free,
.... beer is good enough for me.


L.V. Gonzalez

When the walls of earth have fallen
And this road no more we trod
May our names be written
in the beer hall of God


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