Beer Festival
BEER FESTIVAL
It happens once a year and it’s all in the name of fun.
You could call it a sacred event as people who attend
are devoutly practising their religion.
They come from far and round to this beer festival
to drink their favourite ales from small obscure breweries.
Some will like what they taste, you notice it as soon
as you come through the door.
Now ten pints later we are ready to leave…
shaky but surely we head for the door and home.
When I wake up in the morning with a bad head
and look at my leaflets and cheap t-shirt,
I’ll smile at the fun I had and wish next years here sooner.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2015
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