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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

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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.

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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

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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
throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the
neighbors vote.

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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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Brian Lynch

There once was a beerfest called TAP,
that's starting to get a bad rap.
Standing in rain,
to show ID is a pain,
when you merely want beer, not this crap..

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E.L. Beers

On the hills of old Otsego,
By her brightly gleaming lake,
Where the sound of horn and hunter
Sylvann echoes love to wake,
Where the wreaths of twining verdure
Clamber to the saplings’ tops,
I sat beside sweet Minnie Wilder
In the great field picking hops.

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Wayne Ferraro

II am not scared of goblins or ghouls
and things that go bump in the night
 Werewolves and bats and witches and such
do not give me much of a fright .....
But there is this one thing that scares me to death
and only this one thing I fear
 And that's to open my fridge at night
and find that I'm all out of beer.

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John Still

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.

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William Oldys

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I.
On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale


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Bill Yeats

Beer comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

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