Ah, beer
A brief poem about beerAh, beer, how I love thee. Your bubbling contents warm my insides and fill me with happiness, making my evenings full of joy.
But YET!
Upon the morningtide there is a great stirring in my belly. And soon I must head to empty it! For beer is a cruel mistress.
So cruel.
posted by Mr K @ 6:55 pm
2 Comments:
Very ultra moderne Kieran!
But beer as your cruel mistress?
Surely tis crueler still to have beer as thy mistress aforetime?!
To use is therefore to abuse. Lest we all forget.
Lest we all forget the peppery taste in thy mouth that fateful morn...
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