To Beer

My father was my link to beer And Rheingold was his brew. That red and white can held the only Lager that I knew. As I grew up I switched to wine - Sangria was in style - And even learned to like some booze - Tequila, for a while. But years ago I drifted back To early brewski days, Especially when I discovered Hoppy IPA's. Back then, the stores had just a few So I scoped out my faves. I tried to spread the word but Very few confirmed my raves. Yet happily for me, today, The craft beer movement's hot And with so much to choose from, There are loads I like a lot. My dad, if he were still alive, Would sip and shake his head, Rejecting all those crafty brews For Rheingold-types instead. But each of us would raise a glass (Or bottle, can or mug) And share a father-daughter toast Before we'd smile and chug.