| --------------------------------------------- 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 Blackman 'Twill open you throats- You may preach without notes When inspired with a bumper of Nottingham ale ------------------------ J. Caxton When schoolboy friends meet once again, who have not met for years, Say, over what will they sit down and talk of their careers, Your wishy washy wines won't do and fiery spirits fail For nothing blends the heart of friends like good old English Ale. ------------- Christopher Morley O ales that were creamy like lather! O beers that were foamy like suds! O fizz that I love like a father- O fie on the drinks that are duds! ------------ Confessio When the hour is nigh me, Let me in a tavern die, With a tandard by me ------------------ Lord Charles Neaves Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring. But who am I that I should have the best of everything? Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free, .... beer is good enough for me. -------------------- L.V. Gonzalez When the walls of earth have fallen And this road no more we trod May our names be written in the beer hall of God -------------------- Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |