I don’t think I’ve ever posted poetry on my blog before, so here goes. There may be more where this came from.
A cure for parched lips
High-gravity beer in hand
Not just in my mind
Tasty beer is best
When its served while its still fresh
Beer does not age well
When it comes to beer
High gravity is more fun
When it is consumed
Four beers and seven
weeks ago beer was promised.
Emancipate it!
Wolfpack wins a game
Lift an empty mug to toast!
Beer has not arrived
Cold ones don’t stay cold
When they’re left to linger
Outside of my fridge
Ten days in China
Left me longing for real beer
Not bad Chinese beer
Beer oasis
Camels with taps on each hump
Mark falls for mirage