| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- John Taylor Then high and mighty town's ale did I drink there It made my brains to caper and career It was of such magnificent strong force to knock me in five miles twice from my hourse ------------------------ Thomas Randall I wish I was a brewer's horse For twelve months in the year I'd put my head where my tail should be And suck up all the beer ------------- The Dejeune And what this flood of deeper brown, Which a white foam does also crown, Less white than snow, more white than motar? Oh, my soul! Can this be Porter? ------------ Louis Untermeyer Life alas, is very drear Up with the glass! Down with the beer! ------------------ George Crabbe Lo! the poor toper whose untutur'd sense Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer. -------------------- Thomas Moore If with water you fill up your glasses, You'll never write anything wise, For ale is the horse of Parnassus Which hurries a bard to the skies. -------------------- Robert W. Service I've looked upon the wine that's white, and on the wine that's red I've looked on cider flowing', till it fairly turned me 'ead; But oh, the finest scoff will be, when all is done and said A pint o' Bass in Blighty in the mawnin'. Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |