| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Luke Bryan I'm gonna sit right here On the edge of this pier Watch the sunset disappear And drink a beer Drink a beer, Drink a beer. ------------------------ Merle Haggard Hey, I want to sing till the feeling gets right Well, let's harmonize, we'll be dynamite I'll yodel the high notes, I've done it for years Good deal old buddy and I'll pour the beer So pour me another, we got nothing but time Old chug-a-lug-a-lugging bar room buddy of mine The bartender trying to turn out the lights Well, maybe it is time we called it a night Hell, we'll wake up the roosters if we drink them real slow Well, let's have a double and a six pack to go -------------------------- Billy Curlington I wasn't born for diggin deep holes I'm not made for pavin long roads I aint cut out to climb high line poles But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer" ------------- Toby Keith I love this bar It's my kind of place Just walkin' through the front door Puts a big smile on my face It ain't too far, come as you are Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar ------------- Bob J. Reid Nary a day goes by that I miss to wonder why the moon shows his face as the day draws nigh. In the firelight I ponder my canine's thought as he gazes upon me from his hand-me-down cot. I think of God and all his creations, one being the women with her unbridled temptations. I have searched for love with no direction, skeletons in the closet... a fine collection. These quandaries of mine, I'm sure to figure out. For I know the answer lies at the bottom of this stout. -------------------- A. E. Housman Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not. 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 |