| --------------------------------------------- George Arnold --------------- HERE, With my beer I sit, While golden moments flit: Alas! They pass Unheeded by: And, as they fly, I, Being dry, Sit, idly sipping here My beer. O, finer far Than fame, or riches, are The graceful smoke-wreathes of this cigar! Why Should I Weep, wail, or sigh? What if luck has passed me by? What if my hopes are dead,-- My pleasures fled? Have I not still My fill Of right good cheer,-- Cigars and beer --------------------------- Arthur Holmes We invoke the spirit of King Gambrinus To weave enchantment ‘twixt and ‘tween us As we sup our fill on flesh of beast And bib aplenty on broth of yeast Gently inspired by the barley’s ghost, Blessings on the brewer and the publican host ----------------------- Robert Graves "What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I. "There's a place for everything, Everything, anything, There's a place for everything Where it ought to be: For a chicken, the hen's wing; For poison, the bee's sting; For almond-blossom, Spring; A beerhouse for me." "There's a prize for every one Every one, any one, There's a prize for every one, Whoever he may be: Crags for the mountaineer, Flags for the Fusilier, For English poets, beer! Strong beer for me!" Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com -- |
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