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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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!

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