| --------------------------------------------- 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 throat. 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. Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |
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| --------------------------------------------- Ann Sanke (with apologies to Dorthy Parker) I like to drink Imperial Stouts Three at the very most. After four, I'm under the table. After five I'm under my host! ------------------------ James Stephens The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of bear; May the devil grip the way-faced slut by the hair. And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year. That parboiled ape, with the toughest jaw you will see On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead, Came roaring and raging the minute she looked at me, And threw me out of the house on the back of my head! If I asked her master he’d give me a cask a day; But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill’ would arrange! May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may The High King of Glory permit her to get mange. -------------------------- Jim Dianas Oh how I love to drink beer, Each sip whispers lovingly in my ear Bottle, tap, or cast to me are so dear Brave am I, but an empty glass I fear ------------- Bruce Andrews You’ve got beer to taste? I’m there of course post-haste But, please, nothing low quality See, I know my zymology ------------- Bob Steeman He is a jolly man who loves beer, How much he can drink is not clear From hop bombs to Belgians There really is no tell’ns What new tastes he will find with a cheer. -------------------- Flor Etamane Wines are on special tonight What should I do? Forget the grapes and drink Belgian brew. -------------------- John Reidy I’m a hardly a lager lout, but more a devotee of an intense stout, or an IPA with clout, with a porter penchant quite devout! Special thanks all for sending in the poems! (BeerNexus does NOT validate authorship of submitted material) Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |