To the Pint

O Guinness, lovely Guinness, Irish black rose of the night. I drink in your beauty, a wonderment of sight! Velvety raven body, filling out that cold glass, I look into your dark eyes, you wicked, sassy lass. I watch your tiny bubbles cascade down and sigh, like feather-like snowflakes falling down from the sky. Your heavenly head leaves foam above my lip, I cherish our shared moments with each tender sip.