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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

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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.

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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

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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.

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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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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

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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

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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

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