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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Alfred Hitch

Draughts of heaven, distilled sunlight,
  Transparent, tonic, dry,
Blown down mountain and o’er desert
  Out of the clear blue sky.

Standing in the crystal ether,
  The desert floor upon,
Fill, we drink to Arizona
  The goblets of the sun.


Abraham Cowley

Underneath this Myrtle shade.
On flowry beds supinely laid,
With od’orous Oyls my head o’re-flowing,
And around it Roses growing,
What should I do but drink away
The Heat, and troubles of the Day?


Thomas Hood

It’s wery well to talk in praise
Of Ale And Lager-drinking ways,
  in proper time and place;
Of tasty draughts, so clear and cool,
Dipp’d out of transparent pool
  Reflecting heave’s face.


Eugene Field

If our own life is the life of a flower
  (And that’s what some sages are thinking),
We should moisten the bud with a health-giving beer
      And ‘t will bloom all the sweeter—
      Yes, life ’s the completer
  For drinking,
          and drinking,
              and drinking.


Allan  Novis

THREE brightest blessings of this thirsty race,
   (Whence sprung and when I don’t propose
        to trace);
Pale brandy, potent spirit of the night,
Brisk ale welcome when the morn is bright;
To make the third, combine the other two,
The force of nature can no further go.


Karrie M. Caudy

Two to four players is all you will need
Six to ten cups, divide players to a team

Triangle formation, one on each side
Fill the cups with beer, rules for you to decide

Shoot the ping pong ball into opponent's cup
If you land one, take a drink, reinsert, hurry up

Perhaps the ball lands an empty cup
Then pick one of your's and drink it up

The first one to eliminate the opponents beer
The winner is the first side of cups that clear

Think this sounds easy without getting drunk
Thats what I thought till I played the kids, I stunk


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