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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Tom Miller

Beer and champagne,
Excite your brain
But sour mash whiskey,
gets you too frisky


A. E. Housman

Ale, man, Ale's the stuff to drink,
for fellows whom it hurts to think.


P.R. Wodehouse

Sober or blotto, this is your motto:
keep muddling through.
Have another beer or two
You'll start fresh and new


Dan Archley

Friends may come and friends may go,
but b
eer comes to soothe the blow


Charles Kelly

Here’s to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking…
If you’re going to lie, lie for a friend.
If you’re going to cheat, cheat death.
If you’re going to steal, steal a heart.
If you’re going to drink, drink beer with me


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 beer-drinking ways,
  in the proper time and place;
We finish the brew without a trace


Lynn Bryant

Notably fond of music, I dote on a sweeter tone
Than ever the harp has uttered or ever the lute has Known.
It is the sound  of beer lowing from a tap
Making each of us at the pub a worthy chap


Allan VanPelt

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 beer, welcome when the morn is bright;
To make the third, combine the other two,
The force of nature can no further go.

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