Muse's Beer Poetry of the Month

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Barbara Jean

On Fridays, we hail the liquid cheer,
With a pint, a shot, or a cocktail near.
The weekend warrior’s battle cry,
“Another round!” we all imply.

In taverns dim or bars so bright,
We celebrate into the night.
With tales of glory, love, and sorrow,
Promising to quit come tomorrow.

But as the sun greets us with scorn,
We wonder where our dignity’s gone.
Yet by next weekend, without fail,
We’re back on the merry ale trail

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Daniel Boti

Champagne costs too much,

Whiskey's too rough,

Vodka puts big mouths in gear.

This little refrain

Should help to explain

Why it's better to order a beer! 

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P.J. Tamburo

Be one who drinks the finest of ales.

Every day without fail.

Even when you have drank enough,

Remember that ale is wonderful stuff. 

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Joe Rante

Starkle, starkle, little twink,

Who the hell you are I think,

I'm not under what they call

The alcofluence of incohol.

I'm not drunk as thinkle peep,

I'm just a little slort of sheep.

Tee martoonis make a guy

Fool so feelish, don't know why

Rally don't know who's me yet

    The drunker I stay the longer I get

 So just one more to full my cup,

 I've all day sober to Sunday up.

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Wes McCormick

(about my friend Dan)

Lord of Lager

Prince of Pilsner

Baron of Brew

Sultan of Suds

We neophytes bow humbly in your presence!

Homebrew or store bought,

domestic or foreign

this man has knowledge

of anything pourin’.

He’s traveled this country

as well as afar

to sample the tastings

of many a bar.

On the subject of suds,

he is very prolific.

His research is well done

  and very specific.

 He has a passion that

    he’s held quite dear.

  So in my estimation

   he’s the KING of BEER!     

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Robeert 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.”

Tell us, now, how and when

We may find the bravest men?”

“A sure test, an easy test:

Those that drink beer are the best,

Brown beer strongly brewed,

English drink and English food.” 

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Harry Crowne

The horse and cow live thirty years,

And nothing know of wines and beers,

The goat and sheep at twenty die,

And never taste of Scotch or Rye,

The modest, sober bone dry hen,

Lays eggs for years then dies at ten.

All animals are strictly dry;

They sinless live and quickly die.

But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men

Survive for three score years and ten;

And some of us, the mighty few,

Stay pickled till we're ninety-two. 

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John McCully Jr.

Why is it that drinkers of wine

All fancy themselves connoisseurs;

As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit-

They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure.

They talk about bouquet and fragrance,

hints of chocolate they find in the wine.

I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled

as I never find chocolate in mine. 

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Dominique Bernier-Cormier 

I walk in gardens full of books

slam roses by the pound

print ink by the gallon

drink coffee from a flask.

yeah I love T.S. Eliot

but I like beer better 

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George Ariella

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 

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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 

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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!"

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G.G. Fess

I may not have an M.B.A.

and I may never graduate

But I don't care, I don't care

Cause I got beer, I got beer!

I may never marry a fashion model

I may never win an Olympic medal

But I don't care, I don't care

Cause I got beer, I got beer! 

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Mick Bartlem

If you stay here for a decade they’ll give you a corner

Or if the corners are taken,

A stool.

You’ll have to wait of course for an endearing Bar girl,

when you’re in the loo or coming in late,

To tell another punter ‘yr can’t sit there mate,

That’s Old Mick’s stool.’ 

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Steve Beauchamp

I don’t need to lose my cool, or lose my sleep,

I just go down to the local pub, and

I have a beer.

And when things they go my way,

When I win the game and save the day

I have a beer.

Yeah, I know how to pat my self on the back

And I know how to sit back and relax

I have a beer. 

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D,C, Bianchino

A perfect pint of Guinness is

(Let me shed some light)

A perfect pint of poetry

Metaphorically it's right.

Guinness is a mood

Not prejudiced by class.

Waiting with a poem inside

Inside of every glass.

For each it has this mystery

Like the sea that calls one's name,

On a night when dark its fingers reach

Through foam and soul inflames,

And be it weather warm or chill

The thirst of one each glass will fill,

For none can match the essence still

That a perfect pint of Guinness will.... 

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Robert Carrington

Our work day's done.

Go grab a shower!

Let's hit the pub.

It's Happy Hour.

If we get bombed.

Who gives a damn?

I'm not as drunk,

As you think I am.

So by another round.

We'll sit right here,

and drink 'em down.

Get everyone

another beer.

You'll have to kick

us outta here. 

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Tom Paxton

Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.

Could have been three or four six-packs,

I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in,

My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die,

Tell me, me oh me oh my,

Wasn't that a party?

Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat,

I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat,

They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back,

Along about then everything went black,

But wasn't that a party?

I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me,

But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree,

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Jacquelin Paige 

I tried to quit drinking

and lasted a few days.

I was so proud of myself

had to crack one open anyways.

Why? To celebrate of course.

Toasting to myself

so I had a little more.

A little more buzzed

than I thought I was.

Was trying to decide

what to have for supper

so I opened another.

After all,

there’s a porkchop in every beer. 

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A. E. Housman

Why, if ’tis dancing you would be,
There’s brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is that ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad…

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Robert Orton

If all be true that I do think,

There be Five Reasons why one should Drink;

Good friends, good beer, or being dry,

Or lest we should be by-and-by,

Or any other reason why.

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Matt DeReno

Beer of the golden-colored even,

Companion of Fred, Bob, Joe and Stephen,

Why at the closing sounds of the fourth quarter whistle,

The empty keg makes us bristle.

So fair thy pilsner beauty foam

When soft the beer of Lite flows;

So due thy lager love returns

To bar rooms brighter than the rose.

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P.R. Woodhouse

Sober or blotto, this is your motto:

keep muddling through.

Have another beer or two

You'll start fresh and new 

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Greg Ortiz

Here’s to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking…

If you’re going to lie, lie for a friend.

If you’re going to cheat, cheat death.

If you’re going to steal, steal a heart.

If you’re going to drink, drink beer with me 

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Luke Shane

Underneath this Myrtle shade.

On flowry beds supinely laid,

With od’orous Oyls my head o’re-flowing,

And around it Roses growing,

What should I do but drink away

The Heat, and troubles of the Day? 

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Jackson Jacobs

I’m just a humble homebrewer,

I’ve got no shiny copper.

I only brew five gallons a batch –

just boil ‘er up and hop ‘er.

No foil labels, no fancy caps,

just plain glass bottle and stopper;

I pay no tax, I just brew and relax…

then grab a beer and pop ‘er! 

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D.J. Nadjas 

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 

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Anthony Burke

‘tis not an impropriety

I assure the prohibitionist society.

But with restrained hilarity

And well intentioned jocularity

I blow foam in the face of sobriety!

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Arny Lands

Hey bartender, gimme a brew

-and I don’t mean coffee or tea.

These pedestrian drinks may suit the rest,

But beer is the drink for me! 

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Andrew Highstack

Oh! I have loved thee fondly, ever

Preferred thee to the choicest wine;

From thee my lips they could not sever

By saying thou containedst strychnine.

Did I believe the slander? Never!

I held thee still to be divine.

For me thy color hath a charm,

Although 'tis true they call thee Pale;

And be thou cold when I am warm,

As late I've been - so high the scale

Of FAHRENHEIT - and febrile harm

Allay, refrigerating Ale! 

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K. Joycee

I think that I shall never hear

A poem lovely as a beer.

A brew that’s best straight from a tap

With golden hue and snowy cap;

The liquid bread I drink all day,

Until my memory melts away;

A beer that’s made with summer malt

Too little hops its only fault;

Upon whose brow the yeast has lain;

In water clear as falling rain.

Poems are made by fools I fear,

But only wort can make a beer.

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Charles Bouldain 

One night, from bottles,

sang the soul of beer:

'0 misfit man, I send you

for your good

Out of the glass and cap

where I'm confined,

A melody of light and brotherhood!

I know you must, out on the blazing hill,

Hops and barley sweating

beneath the piercing rays

To grow my life in me, my soul and will;

I'm grateful to you,as I drink today 

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Lydia Michaels

t doesn't matter if the glass

Is half full or half empty

Either has no peer

It just means that there is

More than enough room

To add more beer 

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Ron Cooper

If all my friends from Adam's race

Were to meet me here all in this place,

I could part from all without one tear

Before I'd part from my good beer,

You have caused me debts and I've often swore

That I never would drink strong ale no more,

But you for all that I forgive

And I'll drink strong ale just as long as I live,

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Tod Davis-Leonard

Today is Ours; what do we fear?

To day is Ours; we have it here.

Let’s treat it kindly, that it may

Bring many a beer with us to stay. 

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Byran Cardask 

Come, brothers, share the fellowship

  We celebrate to-night;

There ’s grace of song on every lip

  And every heart is light!

But first, before our mentor chimes

  The hour of jubilee,

Let’s drink some ale to good old times,

  And good times yet to be!

      Clink, clink, clink!

      Merrily let us drink! 

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Brooks Dunn

Life's too short, let's get to livin' it

Let's give it all we can give it

Let your hair down, turn the music up

We gonna paint the town flat, tear it up

The party starts here get in line

Beer thirty a honky tonk time

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Tom David Taylor

Some guys like that bottled beer

Some like it in a can

Some say a keg's the best beer

For a real beer drinking man

Everyone has their favourite

But on one thing they agree

The greatest beer in all the world

Is the one you drink for free

Free beer free beer

That's my favourite brand

If I didn't have to buy it

It's the best beer in the land

Warm flat funky

It don't matter to me

The greatest beer in this whole world

Is the one you buy for me 

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Chuck "Red" Connors

I like beer 'cos it is good

I drink beer because I should

If there is a song to sing

I sing it and beer you bring

I drink beer when I am sad

'Cuz the beer it makes me glad

Now there's nothing left to say

So let's go drink beer

Beer is good

Beer is good

Beer is good

Let's go drink some BEER 

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Paul Drachmann

At the pub in the good old days

You could save a penny or two

By selecting the cheaper option

A pint of half and half would do

But in order to save your pennies

The desperate price you had to pay

Was that half came out of the pump

The rest came from the drip tray 

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Richard Brown

Someplace in the world

a woman is sitting

under a beautiful green tree,

as humming birds fly near

and she is thinking only

of beautiful things,

like waterfalls or rainbows

or beer. 

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Linda Zales

(apologies to Thomas Hood)

It’s very well to talk in praise

Of Tea And Water-drinking ways,

in proper time and place;

But I want beer so fine and cool,

Dipp’d out of the vat's pool

Bringing a smile to my face. 

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Tod Davis-Leonard

Today is Ours; what do we fear?

To day is Ours; we have it here.

Let’s treat it kindly, that it may

Bring many a beer with us to stay. 

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Stan Oliver Jr. 

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 

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D. J. Paulados

Champagne costs too much,

Whiskey's too rough,

Vodka puts big mouths in gear.

This little refrain

Should help to explain

Why it's better to order a beer! 

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Tony Mineo

What's the use of drinking tea? Indulging in sobriety,

And teetotal perversity, It's healthier to booze.

Come on lose those blues.

Mix yourself a Shandy, Drown yourself in Brandy.

Sherry sweet, or Whisky neat,

Just grab some beer that's handy! 

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Jim Minn

The jolly old barkeep, he comes up to me

He drops down a beer and says “this one’s on me.”

But his smile fades quickly and turns to a sneer

When I say I’d like oat milk instead of the beer.

Ah, oat milk, Ah, oat milk, oh how I love thee

Your sweet golden shower I taste with such glee.

I’ve loved no women as I’ve loved the groat

The cool and refreshing Splash down my throat 

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Hellen McKellar

When he sampled a glass of Coor's Light

A beer geek got very uptight

He wrote them this letter:

"If I didn't know better

This tastes like the stuff from sewers might!"

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Richard Attles

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

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Tracy Pollack

A glass of beer works every time

First glass of beer just give it time

Second glass of beer, everything is fine

Third  glass of beer, everything  is  starting to rhyme  

Fourth glass  of  beer , I can't think of another line

Fifth glass of beer,  I  don't care if I'm not a poet

I am awesome and I  know it       ;-)

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Francine Roberts

A little taste of beer so many kinds

One that taste like rotten mangoes, apples, brines

Some so foul spit_rinse

Need to get rid of that quince

Worst one reminded me of shoe shines

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Osayande Osaghae 

The man most prone to tears

is one who's drunk some beers

the man most prone to sigh

is one who's drunk some rye

the man most prone to pee

is one given to whisky

the one most prone to mourn

is one whose tea's laced with bourbon

but the man who believes all he's seen

is one who's soaked to the bones with gin!

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D.J. Paulston

It doesn't matter if the glass

Is half full or half empty

Neither is to fear

It just means that there is

More than enough room

To add more beer 

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Mark D'Longo

Beer is not the answer

That's my suggestion

It does help however

To make you forget the question 

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Tom Miller

Beer and champagne,

Excite your brain

But sour mash whiskey,

gets you too frisky

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P.R. Wodehouse

Sober or blotto, this is your motto:

keep muddling through.

Have another beer or two

You'll start fresh and new 

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Rex Tyler

The son of Zeus

fed up with juice

In Libya one day

Made beer we hear

Which brought him cheer

And his cares drifted away 

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Dan O'Malley

Long time ago, way back in history,

when all there was to drink was nothin

but cups of tea.

Along came a man by the name of

Charlie Mops,

and he invented a wonderful drink and he

made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral,

a sultan or a king,

and to his praises we shall always sing.

Look what he has done for us he's filled

us up with cheer!

Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who

invented beer beer beer

tiddly beer beer beer. 

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O.K. Tubers

Pretzel and beer

Wisconsin’s finest celebrationC

Bringing all Germans into town

To raise their frothy glasses to each other

The prettiest girls wear the sweet dresses

With suspenders and colors of their ancestors

Salt on the pretzels as large as dinner plates

Mugs large enough to sit in

Octoberfest in Wisconsin 

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Trevor McLeod

The Beer Store

The Orange Sign

The Funny Feelings

feeling's mine

For love of family

friends or foe

That people near you

people glow 

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C.L. Gray

I went to the pier,

where I had a beer,

to honour the day,

when we would both play,

ball on the beach,

well out of reach,

of the seagulls above,

when we were in love,

and well drunk thereof... 

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J.R.R. Tolkien

“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the beer bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe

Rain may fall, and wind may blow

And many miles be still to go

But under a tall tree will I lie

And let the clouds go sailing by” 

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Mike Foley

(with apologies to Dorothy Parker)

Imperial beers, my dear are dangerous

Have three at the very most.

Have four and you're under the table.

Have five and you're under the host. 

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Arthur Landis

Kevin came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s dying; one’s for him,"

He said, his eyes full of tears.

Each day it was the same,

Two beers and then he’d go,

One for his brother, one for him,

He’s sad but sweet, this schmo.

One day he orders just one.

His brother’s dead, I’m thinking.

I asked him, but he replied,

"No, it’s me; I’ve given up drinking." 

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Abraham Cowley

Underneath this Myrtle shade.

On flowry beds supinely laid,

With od’orous Oyls my head o’re-flowing,

And around it Roses growing,

What should I do but drink away

The Heat, and troubles of the Day?

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John Reeves

I have drunk from the cup of life,

from the brim, to the dregs,

but all I ever really wanted,

was the beer inside that Keg 

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Paolo

I had to make a decision,

And really show no fear,

So while I stood there thinking,

I had another beer,

Suddenly, then it hit me,

A huge brainwave I could tell,

Gotta’ get a job in a brewery,

And taste success as well.

My first week was a ripper,

Job training every day,

Tasting all the different beers,

This is heaven I would say.

With my training lessons over,

I reckon now I’m made,

Free beer for everyday I work,

And I’m even gettin’ paid. 

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Mike Firesmith

I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow

I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes

me feel mellow

Whiskeys too rough, champagne costs too much,

vodka puts my mouth in gear

This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact

I like beer

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Dylan Thomas

But if at the Church they would give us some ale,

And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,

We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,

And never once wish from the Church to stray. 

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"Beer Poet"

Last Night's Beer Haiku

Drink and drink some more.

For you enjoy the feeling.

And the glass is free. 

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Brian Hutton

Me? I want a beer with my name on it,

a round for my friends,

maybe two.

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. 

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Paul Curtis

At the pub in the good old days

You could save a penny or two

By selecting the cheaper option

A pint of half and half would do

But in order to save your pennies

The desperate price you had to pay

Was that half came out of the pump

The rest came from the drip tray 

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Brian Lynch

There once was a beerfest called TAP,

that's starting to get a bad rap.

Standing in rain,

to show ID is a pain,

when you merely want beer, not this crap.. 

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Jeff DeCarlo

I am not scared of goblins or ghouls

and things that go bump in the night

 Werewolves and bats and witches and such

do not give me much of a fright .....

But there is this one thing that scares me to death

and only this one thing I fear

 And that's to open my fridge at night

and find that I'm all out of beer.

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Li Bai

If heaven loved not the beer,

A Beer Star would not be in heaven;

If earth loved not the beer,

The Beer Spring would not be on the earth.

Since heaven and earth love the beer,

Need a tippling mortal be ashamed?

The transparent beer, I hear,

Has the soothing virtue of a sage,

While the turgid is rich, they say,

As the fertile mind of the wise.

Both the sage and the wise were drinkers,

Why seek for peers among gods and goblins?

Three cups open the grand door to bliss;

Take a jugful, the universe is yours.

Such is the rapture of the beer,

That the sober shall never inherit. 

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Wes Burns

(About my friend Dan Hodge)

Lord of Lager

Prince of Pilsner

Baron of Brew

Sultan of Suds

We neophytes bow humbly in your presence!

Homebrew or store bought,

domestic or foreign

this man has knowledge

of anything pourin’.

He’s traveled this country

as well as afar

to sample the tastings

of many a bar.

On the subject of suds,

he is very prolific.

His research is well done

  and very specific.

 He has a passion that

    he’s held quite dear.

  So in my estimation

   he’s the KING of BEER!     

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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! 

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Kelvin O'Hara

Always remember to forget

The friends that proved untrue.

But never forget to remember

That beer has always stuck by you. 

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Billy Currington

I wasn't born for diggin deep holes

I'm not made for pavin long roads

I aint cut out to climb high line poles

But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

I'm not the type to work in a bank

I'm no good at slappin on paint

Don't have a knack for makin motors crank, no

But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

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D. J. Pauls

Champagne costs too much,

Whiskey's too rough,

Vodka puts big mouths in gear.

This little refrain

Should help to explain

Why it's better to order a beer! 

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Lincoln Parke

The soul of the sun

And the heart of the land

Are captured and bottled

By the brewmaster’s hand. 

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Arnie Lands

Be one who drinks the finest of ales.

Every day without fail.

Even when you have drank enough,

Remember that ale is wonderful stuff.

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Craig Atks

Of all my favorite things to do,

the utmost is to have a brew.

My love grows for my foamy friend,

with each thirst-quenching elbow bend.

Beer's so frothy, smooth and cold--

It's paradise--pure liquid gold.

Yes, beer means many things to me...

That's all for now, I gotta pee! 

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Thomas Peacock

But if at the Church they would give us some ale,

And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,

We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,

And never once wish from the Church to stray.

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Jordan McKenzie

"I drink to your health when I'm with you,

I drink to your health when you're gone,

I drink to your health so often,

I'm worrying about my own." 

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William Aytoun

Ah, liberty! how like thou art

To this large bottle lying here,

Which yesterday from foreign mart,

Came filled with potent English beer!

A touch of steel—a hand—a gush—

A pop that sounded far and near—

A wild emotion—liquid rush—

And I had drunk that English beer! 

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Boris Salva

Don't give me no green bottled beer

The light has destroyed the flavor

I can't drink it, it brings me to tears

Green bottled beer is nothing to savor

What have they done?

They've destroyed the hops

Drink' in green bottled beer is no fun 

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Rocky Runnels

If all be true that I do think,

There be Five Reasons why one should Drink;

Good friends, good beer, or being dry,

Or lest we should be by-and-by,

Or any other reason why. 

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Martin Nachel

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 

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Thomas Hood

It’s wery well to talk in praise

Of Tea And Water-drinking ways,

in proper time and place;

Of Sober draughts, so clear and cool,

For me however a beer filled pool

Truly reflects heave’s face. 

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Isabel Tolling

Differences in perspective

Simply melt away

after a cup or two of brew

Different spiritual traditions

Blend into one with fun

As we dine with barleywine.

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 until we are muted.

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Julia Ward

I raise a glass to the goddess of beer.

She was always smiling and of good cheer.

She always had a glass in her hand,

and could hold beer down as much as a man.

A pub was her temple in old Maida Vale,

and old men would worship as they drank back their ale.

They raised their glass to the goddess of cheer

who was always smiling and smelling of beer.

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Mark Haiku

Barley, hops, and yeast

Ferments with effervescence

My tongue rejoices

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D. K. Soupely 

Feast on beer or fast on water,

And your honor shall stand sure

If an angel out of heaven

Brings you something else to drink,

Thank him for his kind attentions,

Go and pour it down the sink.

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Beer Haikus by "Captain Hops"

Drink Beer. Save the World.

A mighty fine sentiment.

I’ll start with the beer.

---------

(On Drinking Duvel)

a patient pour yields

golden heady goodness and

devilish mischief

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D.C. Bianchino

A perfect pint of Guinness is

(Let me shed some light)

A perfect pint of poetry

Metaphorically it's right.

Guinness is a mood

Not prejudiced by class.

Waiting with a poem inside

Inside of every glass.

For each it has this mystery

Like the sea that calls one's name,

On a night when dark its fingers reach

Through foam and soul inflames,

And be it weather warm or chill

The thirst of one each glass will fill,

For none can match the essence still

That a perfect pint of Guinness will....

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Paul Vaioli

We, the naturally hopeful,

Need a simple sign

For the myriad ways we're capsized.

We who love precise language

Need a finer way to convey

Disappointment and perplexity.

For speechlessness and all its inflections,

For up-ended expectations,

For every time we're ambushed

By trivial or stupefying irony,

For pure incredulity, we need

The inverted exclamation point.

For the dropped smile, the limp handshake,

For whoever has just unwrapped a dumb gift

Or taken the first sip of a flat beer,

The odyssey that ends up in Weehawken.

But mainly because I need it—here and now

As I sit outside the Caffe Reggio

Staring at my pretzel and beer

After this middle-aged couple

Came strolling by and he suddenly

Veered and sneezed all over my brew

And she said to him, "See, that's why

I don't like to eat outside." 

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Lord Arthur Lands

They talk about their foreign wines -

champagne and bright Moselle,

And think because they're from abroad,

that we must like them well

And of their wholesome qualities

they tell a wondrous tale;

But sour or sweet,

they cannot beat

a glass of old English ale.

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Kevin Toppy

Lift 'em high and drain 'em dry

A toast to the guy who says

"my turn to buy!"

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Edward  Jayson

This is what I now propose

In a tavern drinking beer I shall die

And as I take my final tot

I pray that God receives with loving care

Such a decent drunken sot. 

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Reg Karlson

When life gives you a lemon

There is no need to fear

But forget about the lemonade

And get some craft beer

Now, I have travelled far and wide

To countries there and here

But I have never found a taste

That beats my craft beer

If loving craft beer is bad

If drinking it a crime

Then come and lock me up, police

I'll gladly do my time 

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John F McCullagh

Why is it that drinkers of wine

All fancy themselves connoisseurs;

As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit-

They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure.

They talk about bouquet and fragrance,

hints of chocolate they find in the wine.

I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled

as I never find chocolate in mine. 

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Travis McCullers

I'd rather drink beer--

Than talk about it.

So when you're finished with

your lush anecdotes--

Could you grab me one?

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Dominique Bernier-Cormier

I walk in gardens full of books

slam roses by the pound

print ink by the gallon

drink coffee from a flask.

yeah I love T.S. Eliot

but I like beer better

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Robert Turner

Alarm clock dead, power's out

What've I got to shout about?

Running late, we're behind

It's things like this make me lose my mind

Hot girls, Cold Beer, Fridge full, Good Cheer

Why can't life be a beer ad for me?

Great view, Fast Cars, Good Friends, Full Bars

Why can't life be a beer ad for me? 

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Richie O'Brien

A little bit of green

A little bit of beer

Will always make for a good holiday

Of drunken cheer 

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Tony Calde

If wine be the liquid of the snobs

then beer is the liquid of the gods

So immerse yourself in suds and bubbles

and you will soon forget all yourtroubles

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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.” 

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Country Music Edition

There's No I in Beer

Brad Paisley

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Wherever you are tonight

Whatever you're goin' through

Grab a long neck bottle or a big 'ol pint

And let's all have a few

'Cause we're all in this together

To me, it's all so clear

Drinkin' oughta be a team effort

There is no "I" in beer

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Beer and Sunshine

Darius Rucker

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Well, I ain't gonna work today

Just wanna sit around and play

Gonna hit balls off the dock

Kick back in my flip-flops

Don't owe nothing to the lender

Nothing spinning in the blender

The only thing on my agenda is

Beers and sunshine

Bonfires and summertime

Back porch nights in South Carolina

======================

Beer Can't Fix

Ryan Tedder

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Ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix

Ain't no pain it can't wash away

From the moment that it hits your lips

Makes those clouds look a little less grey

Oh you could be lonely, or heartbroken

Or hungover from the night before

Turn that frown into a smile real quick

There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix

======================

Beer Thirty

Ronnie Dunn

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Life's too short, let's get to livin' it

Let's give it all we can give it

Let your hair down, turn the music up

We gonna paint the town flat, tear it up

The party starts here, get in line

Beer thirty, a honky tonk time

I put in my four day, I'm going home

Lord my get-up has got up and gone

Got my paycheck, I'm on my way

It's finally Friday, my kind of day

I punch the clock, I hit the road flying

It's beer thirty, a honky tonk time

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Save Water

John Mark Nite

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It ain't rained in four months

One cigarette spark will burn the whole town up

That 'ole well is plum dry

The city put a limit on the water you can buy

We don't mind 'cause 'round here

We save water and drink beer

Ice cold, genuine, raise 'em up, drip 'em dry

Holler and swaller y'all

Support your local wildlife

Do your part around here

Save water and drink beer

======================

Positive Thinking

Chris Jansen

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Beer one tastes just like a beer

Beer two a little bit better than one

Beer three, beer four

Yeah, that was pretty damn good, so hand me one more

Beer five and I'm coming' alive

Beer six, man, it went down quick

Seven, eight, nine, I'm feeling fine

And by number ten, life's good again, hey!

Yeah, that's the power of positive drinking

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I Love This Bar

Toby Keith

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I love this bar

It's my kind of place

Just walkin' through the front door

Puts a big smile on my face

It ain't too far

Come as you are

, I love this bar

It's my kind of place

Just toein' around the dance floor

Puts a big smile on my face

No cover charge

Come as you are

, I love this bar 

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Cold Beer Country

Toby Keith

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So dang hot you want to sit around naked

Ain't rained one drop, ain't gonna I reckon

Lying old weatherman told me the truth

About today, tomorrow and the next day too

It's cold beer country

110 in the shade

An iced tea won't cut it

And neither will lemonade

I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool

And a jukebox by my dear

Singing cold beer country

Cos it's cold beer country round here

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Beer Memory

William Aytoun 

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Ah, liberty! how like thou art

To this large bottle lying here,

Which yesterday from foreign mart,

Came filled with potent English beer!

A touch of steel — a hand — a gush —

A pop that sounded far and near —

A wild emotion – liquid rush —

And I had drunk that English beer!

And what remains? – An empty shell!

A lifeless form both sad and queer,

A temple where no god doth dwell —

The simple memory of beer!

======================

A Toast

Kevin Macmillan

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Three jolly coachmen

sat in a Bristol Tavern,

and they decided,

to have another flagon.

Landlord fill the flowing bowl,

until it doth run over.

For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.

Tomorrow we’ll be sober.

Here’s to the man who drinks small beer,

and goes to bed quite sober.

Fades as the leaves do fade,

and drop off in October.

Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale,

and goes to bed quite mellow.

Lives as he ought to live,

and dies a jolly good fellow 

======================

English Ale

Arthur Landis

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They talk about their foreign wines -

champagne and bright Moselle,

And think because they're from abroad,

that we must like them well

And of their wholesome qualities

they tell a wondrous tale;

But sour or sweet,

they cannot beat

a glass of old English ale. 

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Good Guy

Kevin Torpefy

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Lift 'em high and drain 'em dry

A toast to the guy who says

"my turn to buy!" 

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Happy and Content

Dylan Samuelson

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I've never made a fortune

And it's prob'ly too late now;

But I don't worry 'bout that much,

I'm happy anyhow!

Beer everyday is my way

Lift'n a pint is really nice.

I'm drinkin' good beer,

'Cause my mug has overflowed! 

======================

Potato No

Owen Wisten

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Said Aristotle unto Plato,

'Have another sweet potato?'

Said Plato unto Aristotle,

'Thank you, I prefer the beer bottle.' 

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Half and Half

by Paul Curtis

At the pub in the good old days

You could save a penny or two

By selecting the cheaper option

A pint of half and half would do

But in order to save your pennies

The desperate price you had to pay

Was that half came out of the pump

The rest came from the drip tray 

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My Beer

by B. Hutton

Me? I want a beer with my name on it,

a round for my friends,

maybe two.

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. 

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Happy Hour

by JJ Bittts

Four-fifty for a martini

And a buck and a half for a beer

Happy hour, Happy hour,

Happy hour is here

And when the hour ends

I'll go home

and take myself out another

nice, cold beer. 

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Beautiful Things

Richard Brown

Someplace in the world

a woman is sitting

under a beautiful green tree,

as humming birds fly near

and she is thinking only

of beautiful things,

like waterfalls or rainbows

or beer. 

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My Kegerator

Jay Kathger

I just bought a new kegerator,

it's now my greatest love.

Ok, enough with the poetry,

Back to my buzz!! 

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Strong Brew

by Todd Archer Jr.

Imagine for a moment

all the crap they put in cheap beer

but it sells cos its cheaper

not because its fine

Often its ice cold

The glass, I mean, its uncomfortable

too uncomfortable to hold!

Make it craft brew at

temperature right

price so what just

make it strong not light 

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A Toast

Sidney Fields

Let’s drink a health to good old times,

And good times yet to be!

    Clink, clink, clink!

    Merrily let us drink!

        There ’s store of wealth here

        And more of in every beer 

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Fill It Up

Lukas Anders

Vulcan, contrive put beer in my cup

As Nestor used of old!

Show all thy skill to trim it up,

Damask it round with gold.

Make it so large that, fill’d with brew

Up to the swelling brim,

Vast toasts to health and vigor too

Like ships at sea may swim. 

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At the pub in the good old days

You could save a penny or two

By selecting the cheaper option

A pint of half and half would do

But in order to save your pennies

The desperate price you had to pay

Was that half came out of the pump

The rest came from the drip tray 

Half and Half by Paul Curtis

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Pure water is the best of

gifts that man to man can bring.

But who am I that I should have

the best of anything?Let princes revel at the pump,

let peers with ponds make free,

...beer is good enough for me 

Beer For Me by Charles Eaves

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Our work day's done.

Go grab a shower!

Let's hit the pub.

It's Happy Hour.

If we get bombed.

Who gives a damn?

I'm not as drunk,

As you think I am.

So by another round.

We'll sit right here,

and drink 'em down.

Get everyone

another beer.

You'll have to kick

us outta here. 

At The Pub by Charles Carrington

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Champagne costs too much,

Whiskey's too rough,

Vodka puts big mouths in gear.

This little refrain

Should help to explain

Why it's better to order a beer! 

Beer by Brenham Renehan

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When life gives you a lemon

There is no need to fear

But forget about the lemonade

And get some craft beer

Now, I have travelled far and wide

To countries there and here

But I have never found a taste

That beats my craft beer

If loving craft beer is bad

If drinking it a crime

Then come and lock me up, police

I'll gladly do my time 

The Best by Artie Boti

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When he sampled a glass of Coor's Light

A beer geek got very uptight

He wrote them this letter:

"If I didn't know better

This tastes like the stuff from sewers might!"

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In Kent there's a young English lass

Whose preference is hand pumped draught Bass

But she slugs down so many

In the pub there's not any

More room for her giant fat ...!

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On the breasts of a barmaid in Swale

Were tattooed the prices of ale

And on her behind

For the sake of the blind

Was the same information in braille!

All three limericks send in by "BL - The Beer Poet"

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Three jolly coachmen

sat in a Bristol Tavern,

and they decided,

to have another flagon.

Landlord fill the flowing bowl,

until it doth run over.

For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.

Tomorrow we’ll be sober.

Here’s to the man who drinks small beer,

and goes to bed quite sober.

Fades as the leaves do fade,

and drop off in October.

Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale,

and goes to bed quite mellow.

Lives as he ought to live,

and dies a jolly good fellow 

In Bristol by Martin Mallin

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If wine be the liquid of the snobs

then beer is the liquid of the gods

So immerse yourself in suds and bubbles

and you will soon forget all your troubles

It's Beer by Louie Donaldson

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We may live without poetry, music and art;

We may live without conscience, and live without heart;

We may live without friends, we may live without cheer;

But civilized man cannot live without beer.

Live Without by Meredith Quintin

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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

Beer by Martin Howard

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dear beer,

hello to you

it’s me

the sun is out

morning birds sing

all the clocks whisper

and paw at your name

is it too early to have you?

don’t you dare say light brew

it is not the same

Joe Dee adapted from A. Stull

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My hair has receded and my belly grown fat

There’s hair growing in my ears and I don’t like that

My joints ache all the day and I have troubles with peeing

I’m tired all the time and have glasses for seeing

Gravity has taken over putting life in a downward spin

No wonder I enjoy drinking a little wine and beer 

The Wisdomine and Beer by Mark Woudson

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beer, so delicate, yet so simple.

it can give you the highest of buzzes,

to the deepest of thoughts.

beer is a blank canvas.

the drinker is the artist.

beer by E.L. Milens

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Securely my fingers hold

This brimming mug.

Beer staring blankly.

Mirrored silence.

Bitter taste invades.

My tongue, smiles brightly

Revel in the scent of bliss

Lingers in my veins.

Beer Mug by Joe Yardley

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A glass of beer, under the flowering trees;

I drink alone, for no friend is near.

Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,

For he, with my shadow, will make three men.

The moon, alas, is no drinker of brew;

Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.

Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave

I must make merry before the Spring is spent. 

Drinking Alone  by Li Bai4

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The people upstairs all practise ballet

Their living room is a bowling alley

Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.

Their radio is louder than yours,

They drink beer all the week.

When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.

They try to get their parties to mix

By supplying their guests with  beer and Pogo sticks,

And when their fun at last abates,

They go to the bathroom on roller skates.

I might love the people upstairs more

If only they lived on another floor. 

The People Upstairs by Ogden Nash

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I have derank

the beers

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for party tonight

Forgive me

they were delicious

so crisp

and so cold 

Just To Say by Carlos Williams

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Everything’s wrong,

Days are too long,

Sunshine’s too hot,

Wind is too strong.

Clouds are too fluffy,

Grass is too green,

Ground is too dusty,

Sheets are too clean.

Stars are too twinkly,

Worst from the norm

My beer is too warm.

All Wrong by L.W. Corrigan from S. Silverstein 

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Let's drink the liquid of amber so bright;

Let's drink the liquid with foam snowy while;

Let's drink the liquid that brings all good cheer;

Oh, where is the drink like old-fashioned beer? 

Beer by Charles Watson

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Who'd care to be a bee and sip

Sweet honey from the flower's lip

When he might be a fly and steer

Head first into a can of beer? 

A Fly by Anthony Burke

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Canary-birds feed on sugar and seed,

Parrots have crackers to crunch;

And, as for the poodles, they tell me the noodles

Have chickens and cream for their lunch.

But there’s never a question

About MY digestion—

Good beer does for me! 

Digestion by Charl Carryl

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She was like Bordeaux,

a tall drink of spirit

He was more a hopped

pale lager like Pilsner, 

both gorgeous and

super gingered flavors,

although clashing mid

respective savored aplomb,

one so refined the other

rowdy after hours,

yet they complimented

each other in the way

they blended their

drunken demeanors, 

intoxicated by mere

existence of nature's

essential complexities

Essential Spirits by Paloma P

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There is a pub in the Midlands

Which goes by a fishy name.

Be careful what you say in there.

Or you won't be let in again.

It won't be swearing that'll get you barred

Or the starting of a fight

But suggestions to improve the beer.

Or compliments when it's right.

So when next in Leicester

Try a friendly pub instead

The place many recommend

Is the good old Kings Head.

The Pub by Ken Duddle

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‘Beam

me

up.

Take me away from here.

to over there.

But wait, what about the familiar?

ah there ain’t nothing you won’t

miss

on this big old spaced out ship

except the taste of beer.’

Beam Me Up Stouty by Jacob Terranova

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A perfect pint of Guinness is

(Let me shed some light)

A perfect pint of poetry

Metaphorically it's right.

Guinness is a mood

Not prejudiced by class.

Waiting with a poem inside

Inside of every glass.

For each it has this mystery

Like the sea that calls one's name,

On a night when dark its fingers reach

Through foam and soul inflames,

And be it weather warm or chill

The thirst of one each glass will fill,

For none can match the essence still

That a perfect pint of Guinness will.... 

  Perfect Pint by D.C. Bianchino 

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O Tavern of the Golden Snail!

Ten sous have I, so I'll regale;

Ten sous your amber brew to sip

(Eight for the bock and two the tip),

And so I'll sit the evening long,

And smoke my pipe and watch the throng,

The giddy crowd that drains and drinks,

I'll watch it quiet as a sphinx;

And who among them all shall buy

For ten poor sous such joy as I?

As I who, snugly tucked away,

Look on it all as on a play,

A frolic scene of love and fun,

To please an audience of One. 

L'Escargot D'or by Robert William Service

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Souls of Poets dead and gone,

What Elysium have ye known,

Happy field or mossy cavern,

Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?

Have ye tippled drink with more cheer

Than mine host's Canary beer? 

Lines on the Mermaid Tavern by John Keats

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If all be true that I do think,

There are five reasons we should drink:

Good ale - a friend - or being dry -

Or lest we should be by and by -

Or any other reason why.

Five Reasons for Drinking by Henry Aldrich 

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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! 

The Nut Brown Ale by John Marston

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My wife loves to cook with beer

when friends for dinner appear.

sometimes when she’s in the mood

she puts some in the food. 

Cooking With Beer by Henry Houeman

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In an Irish Pub, on St. Patrick's Day,

I was drinking a traditional green beer.

In a lively conversation, I heard a man say,

that Irish folklore contained nothing to fear.

He stated that Leprechauns did not exist, 

then got up, without giving his name.

As he reached the door, he did insist,

 "but they're there just the same."

In An Irish Pub by Sandra L. Weiss

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An undercurrent is flowing, 

the chill is just a bit at first,

 in the evenings, feel it growing, 

but in the mornings it’s the worst. 

The leaves are so slowly dying, 

green growing dingy, hints of red,

 yellow is the first out flying, 

flutters down to its forest bed.

 Orange then shows up proclaiming 

the days of ghosts and goblins near, 

folks pick the apples remaining, 

stores sell the Oktoberfest beer. 

Autumnal by David Welch

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Zesty, 

Yeasty, 

Xanthous*, 

Wheaty, 

Velvety, 

Unrivaled Taste, 

Strangely Refined, 

Quintessentially Pale,

 Original, 

Not Mass-produced, 

Large Kettles, 

Just Intensely 

Hearty Goodness,

 Fiercely Effervescent, 

Deliciously Cold, 

Bottled Ale 

Buzzword Beer by Jeff Kyser

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=======Special Limerick Edition=======

I never think that I shall hear, 

a poem as lovely as a beer. 

With snowy head and foamy cap, 

the kind that Joe's bar has on tap. 

Poems are made by fools I fear, 

but only Coors can make a beer. 

A sonnet by William ShakesBEER.

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There was a young man who loved Pabst

He drank it until he collapsed

He gave up beer

For Lent every year

And on Easter morning, relapsed.

by- Garrison Keillor 

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What is hoppy and brings us good cheer?

Not a froggy, I promise, my dear!

It’s brown, black or tan,

It may come in a can.

It’s deliciously wonderful beer!

by Diana Roseburg

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A homebrewer once lost his leg.

He had no use for a peg.

He gave it some thought,

Said "why the hell not?"

And replaced the damn thing with a keg. 

by E.L. Captains

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A gallant young soldier named Copps

Was told by a maiden named Stopps

Your uniform's neat

Your kisses are sweet

But your breath smells a trifle like hops! 

by Colin Gregory

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There once was a waitress named Mabel,

She'd come to you at your table,

With a smile and a wink,

She'd ask, "What'll you drink?"

For me it was Carling's Black Label.

From Carling Brewing Co.

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Good beer always tickled Joe Plank,

One evening two gallons he drank,

Then a stranger nearby,

Remarked with a sigh,

Great Scott! That's no man - that's a tank!

by Joe Plank

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There was a young man who loved Millers

More than all other painkillers

He drank secretly

In a dark shadowy

Doorway hidden by pillars. 

by Garrison Keeler

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Yuengling's the name of this beer,

It cannot be found 'round here,

But head to the coast,

And then you can boast,

That you drank the brew without peer.

by Yuengling Brewing Co.

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I sing the praises of beer,

To everyone able to hear,

Hops, barley and yeast,

Good water, not least,

To all who imbibe - good cheer!

by Clay Moore

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A patient whose ailment was gout,

Was informed that he drank too much stout.

The fellow turned pale,

As he yelled “I need ale!

“Downing beer is what living’s about.” 

by D.J. Bottei

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For those who enjoy drinking beer,

There’s news you’ll be happy to hear:

Beer is good for your heart

And your kidneys. Good start…

But I still give its taste a Bronx cheer. 

by Madeleine Begun Kane 

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 A dashing young man from Kildeer

                                                                     went down to the pub for a beer

  instead he drank whiskey

     and with the ladies, got frisky

               and soon he got boxed in the ear

by Bobbi Bernard

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 Add barley and hops to a kettle

 And quality water. Don’t settle!

On top, yeast’s fermenting

(With adequate venting)

                          And brewing an ale of fine fettle.

                                        by N. Nitelite

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Well, I ain't gonna work today

Just wanna sit around and play

Gonna hit balls off the dock

Kick back in my flip-flops

Don't owe nothing to the lender

Nothing spinning in the blender

The only thing on my agenda is

Beers and sunshine

Bonfires and summertime

Back porch nights in South Carolina

Beer and Sunshine by Darius Rucker

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My hair has receded and my belly grown fat

There’s hair growing in my ears and I don’t like that

My joints ache all the day and I have troubles with peeing

I’m tired all the time and have glasses for seeing

Gravity has taken over for the worse I fear

No wonder I enjoy drinking a lots of beer

Gravity by Frank Newton

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I wonder if the glass

Is half full or half empty

It's all so unclear

It just means that there is

More than enough room

To add more beer.

My Glass by Shelly McGuire

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A glass of beer works every time

First glass of beer, just give it time

Second glass of beer, everything is fine

Third  glass of beer, everything  is  starting to rhyme  

Fourth glass  of  beer , I can't think of another line

Fifth glass of beer,  I  don't care if I'm not a poet

I am awesome and I  know it

A Glass of Beer (adapted from poem by Tracey Pollack)

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A fellow would often combine

Hard liquor, champagne and red wine,

But he rarely got kicks

From his regular fix…

Though he DID get a box made of pine. 

A Rhyme by Madeline Kane

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Can I write silly verse after beer drinking?

Let’s see. Wait a second — I’m thinking.

Can’t come up with a verse

Or a rhyme. Even worse,

I suspect that this limerick’s stinking. 

Another One by Madeline Kane

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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.

John Barleycorn by Carol Ann Duffy

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I sip and think

I slip and sink

If drinking beer was building, I would have owned a pyramid

I sip and pee

I sleep at three

If drinking beer was studying, I would have owned a Phd

If by Michelo Mweetwa 

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Beer is not the answer

That's my suggestion

It does help however

To make you forget the question 

It Helps by J.R. Gordon

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The Earthquake rumbled

And mumbled

And grumbled;

And then he bumped,

And everything tumbled—

Bumpyty-thump!

Thumpyty-bump!—

A case of beer fell all in a lump!

“Oh, what a crash!

Oh, what a smash!

How could I ever be so rash?”

The Earthquake  by Oliver Hertford

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I never saw a polka-dot beer,

I never hope to see one;

But I can tell you, anyhow,

I’d rather see than drink one. 

Polka Dot by Jean Coffey

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Beer cans roll in the wind

On the roof of my apartment building

Sometimes I swear inanimate objects

Have ulterior motives

Whose lips chugged the beer

Out of that can?

Whose hand crushed it into a crumpled wind instrument

And left it lying on the ground

When it had nothing left to give?

When, if ever, will the wind blow it down

From this rooftop onto the street below?

Then where will it go? 

Beer Can by Oco Bronx

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I want to decorate

the world with

beer cans 10 feet tall.

I want to pop the tops

and crawl inside,

drink it all.

I want to decorate

the world With

beer cans 10 feet tall.

Beer by Robert D. Stone

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Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye

Two men drank lots of beer and soon they were pie eyed

They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring

Now they know the consequences too much beer can bring

A Song by Jan Allison

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In the burned-

out highway

ditch the throw-

away beer

bottle lands

standing up

unbroken,

like a cat

thrown off

of a roof

to kill it,

landing hard

and dazzled

in the sun

right side up;

sort of a

miracle. 

Beer Bottle by Ted Kooser 

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Beer!  I have a few good reasons for drinking.

And one has just entered my head

Better drink when he's living,

How the hell can he drink

When he's dead?

Drink Now by Anthony Mineo

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Lucifer's gullet was as parched as hell!

 He said, "Lord, some cold  beer, would do me well!"

      Lord said, "In thy condition,

         Smoldering in perdition

            Not a snowball's chance in the place ye dwell!"

Lucifer and Beer (adapted)  Robert Hinshaw

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It doesn't matter if the glass

Is half full or half empty

There is nothing to fear

It just means that there is

More than enough room

To add more beer 

The Glass by B.P. Lynch

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It was finally Friday night

and I was out to have some fun.

So I called up all my buddies

and for beer we made a run.

We were getting really loaded

as we cruised all over town.

But we had to find a party soon

because the beer was running down.

It was just then I remembered

and I hollered with delight.

The biggest kegger of the year

is taking place tonight. 

We pulled up to the farmhouse

out on the edge of town.

The bonfire was really raging

and we drank until we drowned.

All I really remember

is howling at the moon

and cursing at the sunlight

for coming up too soon. 

Keg Party by B. Lues Mann

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I really love beer, a pint with my dinner.

I’d like to drink more.

But I’m just a beginner.

I really love beer.

Alright sometimes with lunch.

But only a small one.

And, never with brunch.

I really love beer.

It’s a question of taste.

When I find a great brew.

I want a whole case.

Yes, I really love beer.

It’s a sociable drink.

Though sharing your best ones.

Is overrated I think.

Always Beer (adapted from a poem by Al Vuola)

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Beer is indeed my beverage of choice.

I prefer it to almost anything including a shiny, new Rolls Royce.

A bottle of lager, stout, or IPA.

It doesn’t really matter, I love them all in a special way.

From regions of the world both near and far.

One of life’s simple pleasures that’s what most beers are.

This love affair of beer I must admit,

Is for me nothing less than a perfect fit.

From the top of my head to the tip of my toe.

Drinking beer is pure bliss, this much I know.

So take a moment to have a few tonight,

I’m sure you’ll experience the sheer delight.

From the very first sip you can honestly say,

Beer is the perfect end to a long, grueling day.

Beer Is My Choice (adapted from a poem by Al Vuola)

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Alpha acids give lagers their chops;

They let pilsners pull out all the stops.

Take a moment and think

Of your favorite drink…

They’re the bittering agent in hops. 

Alpha Acids by Nitela 

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I wasn’t at all a hard decision

That with millimeter precision

I removed the crown

And poured the Beer down;

A belly beer-collection addition. 

My Belly by T.K. Chen

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“A Beer? — a big one or small?”

The ‘tender said from his stall,

“Or medium, which size? —

Choose accurate and wise!”

“Oh sod it!” I said, “I’ll have them all!” 

I Want Them All by Richie Jefferson

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After one beer, I noticed her

When first she did arrive

After two beers, I finally could

Look her in the eye

After three beers, I walked over there

Still feeling a bit too lame

After four beers, I finally

Got the nerve to ask her name

After five beers, I asked her out

With butterflies churning inside

After six beers, I passed right out

Without hearing what she replied

Six Pack Love by Joe Flach

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There are people, I know, to be found,

Who say, and apparently think,

That sorrow and care may be drowned

By a timely consumption of drink.

Does not man, these enthusiasts ask,

Most nearly forget all fear,

When engaged in the soul-stirring task

Of filling his body with beer?

Have not beggars been frequently known,

When satisfied, soaked, and replete,

To imagine their bench was a throne

And the civilized world at their feet?

Lord Byron has finely described

The remarkably soothing effect

Of liquor, profusely imbibed,

On a soul that is shattered and wrecked.

In short, if your body or mind

Or your soul or your purse come to grief,

You need only get drunk, and you'll find

Complete and immediate relief.

For myself, I have managed to do

Without a recourse to this plan,

So I can't write a poem for you,

And you'd better get someone who can. 

Drinking Song by J. K. Stephen 

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Now the faith is old and the Devil bold

Exceedingly bold indeed.

And the masses of doubt that are floating about

Would smother a mortal creed.

But we that sit in a sturdy youth

And still can drink strong ale

Let us put it away to infallible truth

That always shall prevail.

And thank the Lord

For the temporal sword

And howling heretics too.

And all good things

Our Christendom brings

But especially barley brew!

With my row-ti-tow

Ti-oodly-ow

Especially barley brew! 

Pelagian Drinking Song by Hilaire Belloc 

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Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor

When the pub was shut for the night.

When out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse

And stood in the pale moonlight.

He lapped up the frothy foam from the floor

Then back on his haunches he sat.

And all night long, you could hear the mouse roar,

"Bring on the goddamn cat!" 

Bring It On by Linda Gonzalez

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Somewhere in the future I am remembering today. I’ll bet you

I’m remembering how I walked into the park at five thirty,

My favorite time of day, and how I found two cold pitchers

Of just poured beer, sitting there on the bench

I am remembering how my friend Chip showed up

With a catcher’s mask hanging from his belt and how I said

Great to see you, sit down, have a beer, how are you,

And how he turned to me with the sunset reflecting off his contacts

And said, wonderful, how are you.

5:30 Charm by David Brman

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Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call

But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come

And there's a far away look on the face of the bum

The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer

Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat

He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat

But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer

As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies

He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes

But when he is told, he says what's this I hear

I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer

Pub With No Beer by Gordon Parsons

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Will they have craft beer in Heaven?

Dear Lord, we'd all like to know

Will they have craft beer in Heaven, sweet Jesus?

If they don't, who the hell wants to go?

Larry Gatllin

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There is a pub in the Midlands

Which goes by a fishy name.

Be careful what you say in there.

Or you won't be let in again.

It won't be swearing that'll get you barred

Or the starting of a fight

But suggestions to improve the beer.

Or compliments when it's right.

So when next in Leicester

Try a friendly pub instead

The place many recommend

Is the good old Kings Head.

Ken Duddle

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Yes, I like bubbly and beer

And gettin' caught in the rain

I'm not much into health food

I am into beer and champagne

Going to have more tomorrow noon

And cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley's

When from my cares I escape

John Watson

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Shawn walked in the local pub

and sat down by McGee

Shawn spoke softly in his ear

But McGee did not agree

He shook his head and waved his drink

As his voice was getting loud

When McGee insulted Shawn

It silenced the whole crowd

McGee slurred out one insult

followed by another

while knocking back another pint, said

"I Slept with your dear mother"

The crowd wide eyed and wondering

That sure would make Shawn mad

But Shawn just took him by the arm, said

" You're drunk, let's go home Dad "

Jerry T. Curtis

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In an Irish Pub, on St. Patricks Day,

I was drinking a traditional green beer.

In a lively conversation, I heard a man say,

that Irish folklore contained nothing to fear.

He stated that Leprechauns did not exist, 

then got up, without giving his name.

As he reached the door, he did insist,

 "but they're there just the same."

Sandra Weiss

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I THINK that I shall never hear

A poem lovely as a beer.

A brew that’s best straight from a tap

With golden hue and snowy cap;

The liquid bread I drink all day,

Until my memory melts away;

A beer that’s made with summer malt

Too little hops its only fault;

Upon whose brow the yeast has lain;

In water clear as falling rain.

Poems are made by fools I fear,

But only wort can make a beer.

Paul Della

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Out of everything I have, I will love you till the end.

There is no doubt beer is my life, love, and best friend.

People wonder why I have no fear.

I tell them proudly I drink beer.

Beer is what makes me live longer.

It is because of beer I feel stronger.

To most people it maybe just liquid in can.

But beer is my power source it makes me superman.

Without beer I have no life.

Without beer I have an ugly wife.

Their is one thing that is music to my ear.

And that is the sound of a freshly opened beer.

Without beer I can't even write a poem.

I love its can, liquid, and even its foam.

Beer is the worlds greatest drink.

You will burn in hell if you spill or pore it down the sink.

Justin Sombay

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Yes, I love beer 

And beer loves me, 

We’re as thick as thieves 

As honey is to bees. 

I can’t help but wonder 

What life would be 

Without this golden amber, 

Not a world I’d like to see. 

Every sip a luscious joy,

 Food for body, mind and soul,

It warms in winter, cools when hot, 

As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal. 

Robert Ippaso

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The hop that swings so lightly

The hop that shines so brightly

Shall still be cherished rightly

By all good men and true.

Thus spoke the jovial man of Kent

As through his golden hops he went

With sturdy limb and brow unbent,

When autumn skies were blue. 

R.U. Whitney

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There once was a man named O'Dean

Who wasn't too bright or too keen

He sneezed at the bar

Filling everyone's jar

And, that's why our beer is now green

Rodger Horsch

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My turn signal wasn’t working,

"I'll buy you a beer if you help, my friend."

"Stand behind the car, please ," I said.

"Let’s get this problem to end."

"When I turn the signal on,

If it’s working, let me know."

I hit the blinker and then I heard:

"Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! No!" 

"Good try" said I" but I fear

 you're not getting the beer."

Joanna Fuchs 

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Hops, hops, oh wonderful hops

For you, our passion is true.

You flavor our beer

And at least once a year

We grind you up in a brew.

Your oils are essential

Your qualities diverse.

But, drink too much nectar

And our stomach might burst.

Hops are the gem

And the barkeepers friend

For keeping us stuck on that stool.

Cause if we order a beer

And the aroma is clear

With no citrus or spice to declare.

We’ll throw it right back

On the bartender’s lap

Then we’ll get ourselves out of that chair.

Cascade! Chinook! Amarillo!

These are our favorite cheers.

For without these friends

We’d rather have the bends.

Our life would be moot

Things just wouldn’t compute!

Hopnonymous Jr.

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"I’m coming home, both tired and hot —

"If you love me", said Mr. to Mrs. Cott,

"As you did in the days of yore,

"Have my beer waiting at the door."

Steve Manru 

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“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.”

Robert Graves 

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‘Cheeks rosy red 

like a newly hung stocking 

through snowy streets we go 

swaying, rocking 

Is it the holiday spirit, 

full of cheer? 

Maybe just our veins 

warm with beer.’  

Dan Schneider

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For those of you who like their beer

I'm writing what you need to hear.

The vitamins B-six and two

are present and so good for you.

A bit of substance folic acid

keeps belly folds from going flaccid.

Though beer is one good diuretic

(and, in excess, a strong emetic)

so let the doubters drink their booze

and in the morning face the blues.

Australia makes some lovely Ale

and I must end this little tale

and grab a can as cold as ice

it's great I have no other vice.

Herbert Nehrlich

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and finally two beer haikus for you -

Through the long work days

My mind is lost, just thinking

Of homebrew, waiting. 

Jake Meltzer

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Beer and its making

The long river of malt pours

Joy in mind and tongue.

 Elspeth Payne.

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I’m just a humble homebrewer,

I’ve got no shiny copper.

I only brew five gallons a batch –

just boil ‘er up and hop ‘er.

No foil labels, no fancy caps,

just plain glass bottle and stopper;

I pay no tax, I just brew and relax…

then grab a beer and pop ‘er! 

Howard Luke

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‘tis not an impropriety

I assure the prohibitionist society.

But with restrained hilarity

And well intentioned jocularity

I blow foam in the face of sobriety! 

Anthony Burke

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Mulled ale for the frozen man,

And mulled ale for the weary:

For mulled ale is the body’s friend

And makes the sick heart merry.”

Frans G. Bengtsson 

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The troubles of our proud and angry dust

Are from eternity, and shall not fail.

Bear them we can, and if we can we must.

Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.”

A. E. Housman 

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“He that drinketh strong beer

and goes to bed right mellow,

lives as he ought to live

and dies a hearty fellow.”

Liv Townsend

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One little beer can be alright,

One big black beer, or maybe a lite.

Two beers down you begin to glow,

And you'll be singing, before you know.

Three beers in your stomach, and thats ok,

Cause to your own bed you still know the way.

Four empty bottles and you'll agree,

It's getting harder and harder to see.

Five beers down and you start to sway,

But on that stool you want to stay.

Six beers down the hatch, so easily,

And there's no other place, you'd rather to be. 

Juan Olivarez

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Now with open eyes, I look around

And on the sunlit air there comes the sound

Of children playing, bird song all around,

My family and friends are here

So come and join us, have a beer!

P.R. Peters

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wrote poetry with William Shakespeare

while drinking pints, of strong home brew beer

I was drunk, too much ale

he wrote The winters tale

Hamlet, As you like it and king Lear

Kevin Shaw

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Wine lovers have little fun or mirth

While describing aromas of berries and earth,

No such constraint, nor need for restraint

drinkers of ale drink without complaint

So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug

While watching a movie sitting on a rug

Nothing is wetter, more luscious and true

Than a cold tasty pull of a glorious craft brew

T.K. Raidoc

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Toasts For The New Year - Happy 2022!

Lift your glass.... HERE'S TO:

.youth, that's when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.

those who've seen us at our best and seen us at our worst and can't tell the difference.

the hope that this year is easier than keeping those 'healthy living' resolutions.

mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come

doing and drinking, not sitting and thinking.

the holidays—all 365 of them.

beer, and, well...to more beer!

the beer we'll drink tonight, and all the coffee we'll drink tomorrow.

the nights we'll never remember, with the friends we'll never forget.

bread, for without bread...there would be no toast.

friends and family who know us well, and love us anyway.

all of your troubles in 2022, may last only as long as your New Year's resolutions.

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How about a few beer limericks?  Like it or not, here they are:

Abbey Ale by Nitelaf

Abbey ale’s what we brew here, we Trappists.

(We’re in Belgium, for all of you mappists.)

Strong and rich, full in body;

As sweet as a toddy.

I’m glad that we’re brewers, not frappists. 

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Ale by sigg

Add barley and hops to a kettle

And quality water. Don’t settle!

On top, yeast’s fermenting

(With adequate venting)

And brewing an ale of fine fettle. 

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A Beer Belly by John Little

I wasn’t at all a hard decision

That with millimeter precision

I removed the crown

And poured the Beer down;

A belly beer-collection addition. 

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Beer Saves The Day by Al Martin

It took seconds before ’twas okay,

From A to Z — all the way,

Feeling fresh and alright,

Shining bright as a light.

Once again Beer had saved the day. 

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Deliciously Wonderful Beer by RGiskard

What is hoppy and brings us good cheer?

Not a froggy, I promise, my dear!

It’s brown, black and tan,

And can come in a can.

It’s deliciously wonderful beer! 

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The Glass

On the counter it stood — the glass

With a shiny colour like brass.

It was beer, indeed,

And I grabbed it in greed;

Such a chance I could not let pass. 

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I Made A Fine Brew by Chris James

At one time I made a fine brew,

That was crafted with hops that I grew.

The taste was intense,

With a strong resin sense,

And malt flavor pervading all through 

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Muse's Beer Poetry of the Month

To English Pubs by Julian Peters

I raise a glass in sheer delight,

To a wonderful institution,

As I sit by firelight

To our dear old inns,

So warm and bright,

A glass of real ale

The atmosphere so right.

Under aged oak beams

Where fire shadows dance

I sit at my table, as log fires spit

The convivial locals talk and chat

It’s always welcome to experience that.

Oh where would we be, without our inns?

Where the villagers convene around the bar

Where polished brass shines

And the pump lights glare

So comfortable and secure

In an old wooden chair. 

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At The Libertine Pub by Kevin Torplen (Manager)

My time at The Libertine has been short so I’ll make this snappy,

 Our main focus and goal is to ensure guests are happy, 

From salt and pepper pots to day dots nothing goes a miss, 

We want things to run smoothly that would be bliss. 

We all greet you with a smile, Hoping you’ll stay a while. 

“Is it a table for two?” We have a few! 

Drinks are waiting on the edge of the bar, 

This won’t take long they’re not going far. 

It’s all about what goes on behind the scenes, 

The most important part of our beautiful pubs is our team, 

We form a little family, I’ve been welcomed in so kindly 

And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be! 

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Beers by Moe Townsend Howard

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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Song of Sickness by Jan Allison

Sing a song of sickness after a barrel of beer and rye

Two men drank it all and soon they were pie eyed

They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring

Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring

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The Daily Grind by Gary Smith

A chill wind stung my cheeks

The sky was sullen gray,

I pulled my collar to my chin

And made my weary way.

Nothing too exciting then,

Just the daily grind.

Eight long hours of tedium

To stultify the mind.

Clocking in, clocking out

Until the weekend's here,

Then I'm off down to the pub,

To meet my good friend, beer.

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General Grant by Robert Hinshaw

'Twas well-known that Gen'ral Grant liked his beer

   But he knew how to make an enemy fear

      Lincoln said that if he knew

         Where Ulysses got his brew

            For his slothful gen'rals he'd order some!

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Ex-Friend by R.A. Johnson

Even though I've been helping you and working hard,

you won't give me a beer after I've mowed your yard.

I'm hot, sweaty and dying of thirst.

You've done some bad things but this is the worst.

When you asked for my help, I shouldn't have come here.

You offered me a glass of water but what I want is a beer.

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Muse's Beer Poetry of the Month

Beer and Wine by Erika Lopez 

Some say the night will end with beer,

Some say with wine.

From what I've tasted of good cheer

I hold with those who favor beer.

But if I were to be inclined,

To try and lose a bit of weight

To say that for a diet wine

Is also great

Either would taste fine. 

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The Hour by Lou Amarillo

                                                                        When the hour is nigh me,

Let me in a tavern die,

With a tankard by me.

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Glass of Beer by T. Pollack

A glass of beer works every time

First glass of beer, just give it time

Second glass of beer, everything is fine

Third  glass of beer, everything  is  starting to rhyme  

Fourth glass  of  beer , I can't think of another line

Fifth glass of beer,  I  don't care if I'm not a poet

I am awesome and I  know it       ;-)

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More Beer by Livingston Hinds

t doesn't matter if the glass

Is half full or half empty

Either will do

It just means that there is

More than enough room

To add more brew

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Yoga by Kevin Fisher

I do yoga 

to relax

I drink beer 

wearing yoga pants

Did you say 

yoga class?

I thought you said

pour beer in my glass

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The Keg Party by Mac McCarthy

It was finally Friday night

and I was out to have some fun.

So I called up all my buddies

and for beer we made a run.

We were getting really loaded

as we cruised all over town.

But we had to find a party soon

because the beer was running down. 

We pulled up to the farmhouse

out on the edge of town.

The bonfire was really raging

and we drank until we drowned.

All I really remember

is howling at the moon

and cursing at the sunlight

for coming up too soon. 

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For Lovers of Ale by Robert Raidoc

That amber liquid far from insipid

Like molten honey but drawn from a tap,

Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark,

God's malted ale, nature's true sap.

Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond,

Giving them courage for mayhem galore,

A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land

Never quite feeling tired or sore.

The Celts used for curing, Egyptians for luring

Their gods from the heavens bribed to partake,

The English just drank as their water so stank,

Beer their solution to gulp for life's sake. 

Wine lovers admit that their glass needs

be sipped

While describing aromas of berries and earth,

No such constraint, nor need for restraint

For drinkers of ale are freewheeling from birth.

So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug

While watching a game and eating junk food,

Nothing is wetter, more luscious and better

Than a cold tasty beer when expertly brewed. 

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Fly Away by Wayne Jent

Finally, it’s time for me to head out on vacation

going to stop and get a massage at space station

don’t have to worry, meet my buddies real soon

about nine my time, going to cook out on the moon

Next stop will be, to camp on south side of Mars

fix a great breakfast before I head for the stars

but there’s a planet which I have to stop by first

Because it has best beer in universe 

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