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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Wallace Rice

THERE is a rule to drink,
I think,
A rule of three
That you ‘ll agree
With me
Cannot be beat
And tends our lives to sweeten:
Drink ere you eat,
And while you eat,
And after you have eaten!


Linda Zales
(apologies to Thomas Hood)
It’s very well to talk in praise
Of Tea And Water-drinking ways,
in proper time and place;
But I want beer so fine and cool,
Dipp’d out of the vat's pool
Bringing a smile to my face.


Sidney Fields

Let’s drink a health to good old times,
And good times yet to be!
    Clink, clink, clink!
    Merrily let us drink!
        There ’s store of wealth here
        And more of in every beer


Tom D. Trader

To day is Ours; what do we fear?
To day is Ours; we have it here.
Let’s treat it kindly, that it may
Bring many a beer with us to stay.


Will Johnson

Vulcan, contrive put beer in my cup
As Nestor used of old!
Show all thy skill to trim it up,
Damask it round with gold.

Make it so large that, fill’d with brew
Up to the swelling brim,
Vast toasts to health and vigor too
Like ships at sea may swim.


Randy Andrews

THREE brightest blessings of this thirsty race,
 (Whence sprung and when I don’t propose
      to trace);
Pale ale, potent dark stout like the night,
Half and half when the morn is bright;
To make the third, combine the other two,
Drink up; you mixture is a joyus brew


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