an ode to beer

[Neville Roberts]

Oh Beer OH Beer you are a pest , How many times have you made me miss my rest, how many times have you made me sell my clothes, and turned my friends all into foes. yet there you lay beneath my nose, cherio lads here goes.

[Doc Vernon]

Hi Neville,
That brought a smile mate,you will make it one day to the great halls of Poetry haha! Ver good
Cheers

[Keith at Tregenna]

There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head,
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How the hell can he drink when he's dead?

The only thing a man should worry about is his health and then..
if he's in good health, there's nothing to worry about; but if he's not in
good health, he worries whether he is going to live or die..
if he's going to live, he has nothing to worry about; but if he is going to
die, he worries about whether he's going to heaven or hell..
and if he going to heaven, he has nothing to worry about; and, if he's going
to hell , he'll be too busy shaking hands with all his friends to have any
time to worry !

So stop worrying !

Ode to Beer:

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 frosty, smooth, and cold
It's paradise Pure liquid gold
Yes beer means many things to me
that's all for now cus I gotta Pee.

DISCARDED LOVE:

He grabbed me by my slender neck
I could not yell nor scream.
He dragged me to a darkened room
Where he could not be seen.
He tore away my flimsy wrap
And looked upon my form.
I was so cold and damp while he was hot and warm
His feverish lips, he pressed to mine
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of myself I could not make him stop
He made me what I am today
That’s why you’ll find me here
A broken bottle thrown away
That once was full of beer.

– Fred Kent

K.