Response in Poetic Form to the Question “How About a Beer Tonight?”
Shall I compare thee to a winter ale?
Thou art more nutty (and more heavyweight).
Rough winds do shake the skies of Tokio,
And ravage do typhoons…hell, it’s a date:
Sometime too dry the throat of man becomes,
And often is his beer withheld by work;
And concentration from post-lunch is dimmed,
By copious email, phonecall, passing berk:
But that eternal Pint Glass shall not fade
And don’t say thou forget’st that beer thou owest;
Nor shall Hangover still thy drinking arm,
Though in eternal lines the loo queue growest:
So long as men can drink, or eyes can see,
So long lives beer, and beer gives life to thee.
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