| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Thomas Love Peacock Not drunk is he who from the floor Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is he who prostrate lies Without the power to move or rise. Brian Lynch There once was a man who would bark, he'd start early and go until dark. Said he, don't mind me, I'd shake hands with a tree, if lbeer were served in the park. Richard O'Reilly Cannot find the limerick I wrote for Max He considered it a gift and not a tax In it I mention Ed from Brewery Cricket Hill And what I wrote could make him ill So much as to come after me with an axe ------------------------ Abraham Crowley 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 Tis beer that sooths the troubles of the Day ------------- 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 beer ere you eat, And while you eat, And after you have eaten! -------------------- Thomas Hood It’s wery well to talk in praise Of Tea And Water-drinking ways, in proper time and place; Of Sober draughts, so clear and cool, For me however a beer filled pool Truly reflects heave’s face. ------------------- G.K. Chesterton Feast on beer or fast on water, And your honour shall stand sure; God Almighty’s son and daughter, He the valiant, she the pure. If an angel out of heaven Brings you other things to drink, Thank him for his kind intentions, Go and pour them down the sink. -------------------- Johann Heinrich Voss Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There ’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chimes The hour of jubilee, Let’s drink a health to good old times, And good times yet to be! Clink, clink, clink! Merrily let us drink! -------------- Brian Lynch There once was a great Dane named Max To the Leaf bar he was wont to make tracks MBA! PhD! Fiddle-de-dee! Now there's no beer that he lacks -------------------- 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 |