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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Grammer Gurton

Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold:
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old


Blake McLandon

Beer!  happy produce of the brewer
Can sinewy strength impart,
And wearied with fatigue and toil,
Can cheer each manly heart


Lane Hogarth

Genius of health
Be you modest or of great wealth
Tis' beer that makes as one
Cheers to life and having fun


C. S. Calverley

O Beer.  O Hodgson, Guinness, Allsopp, Bass
Names that should be on every infant's tongue
Shall days and months and years and centuries pass,
And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?

Oh, I have gazed into my foaming glass,
And wished that lyre could yet again be strung
Which once rang prophet like throughout Greece,
That beer o' beer your praises should be sung.


Tom Hillsdale

I like Beer,
And Beer likes me.
The only loss
Is when I have to pee.

Beer is neat,
I can't deny,
It makes a toad
A handsome guy.


Fred Thompson

Beer now, Mr. Bartender, you know what I mean
Big and foamy, crisp and clean
I'll make it disappear faster than anything you've seen
After that's done,
quickly get me another one


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