| --------------------------------------------- Joe London Oh barman Serve me when you can. I am a patient man But I find it risible That the only explanation Why you make me wait Is that I must have become invisible! -------------------------- Richard S.E. Attle How do I love thee? Let me count the ways? I love cold beer on hot summer days. I love small bottles Of special brews. I love a beer When watching the news. I love it dark I love it bright I love it at mid-day I love it at night. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love it best When somebody else pays. ----------------------- Harry Abbott ‘Who has not tasted of Hodgson’s pale beer With its flavour the finest that hops ever gave? It drives away sadness, it banishes fear, And imparts a glad feeling of joy to the grave. Oh! to drink it at morning, when just from our bed We rise unrefreshed, and to breakfast sit down, The froth-crested brimmer we raise to our head, And in swigging off Hodgson, our sorrows we drown. ------------------------------ Erskine MacDonald The nut-brown ale, the nut-brown ale, Puts down all drink when it is stale! The toast, the nutmeg, and the ginger Will make a sighing man a singer. Ale gives a buffet in the head, But ginger under-props the brain; When ale would strike a strong man dead Then nutmeg tempers it again. The nut-brown ale, the nut-brown ale, Puts down all drink when it is stale! ------------------------ Kelvin O'Hara Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But never forget to remember That beer has always stuck by you. Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |
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