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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The Dragon
by Davis Bruce

There once was a young dragon
who enjoyed a good flagon
But his love of ale
turned his fiery breath pale


Bubble Bubble
by William Goldman

Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble,
His brain is just not in the pink,
His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double,
Because he's had too much beer to think.


A Brew For You
by Joan LaBelle
(adapted from Sarah Willey poem)

What's up?
Not much. What's down?
The ground.
Silly Rhymes
Don't make sense
I'm starting to get tense...
Well, there is only one thing to do
Sit down and have a brew or two.


by  Isabel Tolling

Enlightenment and libation
Go hand in hand;
It’s time to take a serious stand,
To raise the cup
And to go bottoms up;
We’ve got to down one more
Until it’s no longer a chore;
For resolving this dilemma is rooted
In drinking beer until we are muted.

by Stan Dupp

Oh come on, let that strong ale rule over us;
We’ll pour our glasses and drink in chorus;
Dear me, I do seem to have grown so porous;
Let’s us pour our glasses and drink in chorus.

Well, you see, this beer it is so very fine;
I’m beginning to think I could speak in rhyme;
I was so sad, but now I so shine;
I’m beginning to think I could speak in rhyme.


Heavy Wet
by Bert Perkins
("Heavy Wet is an old nickname for porter)

O Heavy Wet! thine excellence
I sing, O Heavy Wet!
Nectar of man, who, having beer,
Need envy not Olympian cheer –
On thee my soul is set!

The fittest drink I stout maintain,
For coppers cool or hot,
Is porter – by the Thames’s side
From Barclay’s vasty vats supplied,
Pull’d from a pewter pot!

Oh Porter! stream of Paradise!
By thee to man is given
Delight more rare than bearded Turk,
When rushing to the deathful work,
Aspires to taste in Heaven.

by Mo Townsend

With so many flavors
in dark or light
you’ll find a few brands
that tastes just right

With kegs, draft and tap
and even microbrew
there’s so many choices
try more then just a few

An iced cold beer
no doubt, is such a winner
there’s even been nights
that’s all I’ve had for dinner

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