My Favorite Bar By Far

My Favorite Bar by Far On Josh by gosh I had set my eyes Waiting for anything that should surprise Me like the good taste of a great beer That down my throat likes to disappear. Had to check six versions of poem I wrote Then put on hat and grabbed my coat Into my mighty plane started to climb Which was neat and pretty with no grime. Plane was shiny like beer brewing tank That on both could trust and always bank From up in air made a marvelous view Below Check Six appeared that is true. Runway was now all clear for landing And my taste for beer kept demanding Me to return to Check Six again and again My favorite bar where I have often been. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet