A Poem about Beer
Whose beer is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh, and cry hello.
He gives his beer a shake,
And laughs until his belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant snakes and birds awake.
The beer is hairy, nauseating, deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet drunken dreams come on the cheap.
He rises from his piss-soaked bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He drinks his pint of liquid bread.
Prepared for the day ahead.
