Doggerel

I'd like to spend some time with you, my dark and smooth draftee. At dusk, when all my work is through, I know you'll wait for me. You're full of body, fair on top, a bubble-head they say. Your scent of roasted malt and hop a working-man's bouquet. Although there's fire in your veins, Your touch is always cool. I hope this doggerel explains why, Stout, I am your fool.

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Darren White

Date: 10/7/2017 5:11:00 AM

I like this poem, and now and here I can comment on it ;) This is a metaphor that makes thirsty. Great doggerel, and funny. The first lines of your last stanza made me chuckle.

Darren White
Date: 10/8/2017 5:56:00 AM

It would be cool entering it in a contest. Just remember that many publishers consider poems posted on a site like this as already published. Not all do, but quite some :)

J-Mag Guthrie
Date: 10/7/2017 8:43:00 AM

It was from a prompt to write to/about our favorite food/beverage and I'd done the chocolate bars with bacon bits previously so.... Thanks so much for your kind words. I'm thinking of entering this in a contest.