Beers

BEERS
One is a lager, one is an ale
One of them darker, one of them pale
One has aroma with plenty of flavor
One you might guzzle, one you just savor
One tastes of oranges or maybe its wheat
One a bit bitter, one kind of sweet
One comes from Europe, one comes from Brit
One from the store, maybe one from a kit
One forms from the bottom, one forms from the tops
One alters the flavor depending on hops
One in a day is ready to pour
One tastes much better in three months or more
Don’t drink from the bottle, use a pint glass
The former’s for bowlers, the latter shows class
Poured down the middle with a white foamy head
Releases aromas so the experts have said
Ales are ancient predating the Sphinx
But lagers today the connoisseur drinks
Barley and water, some hops and some yeast
And you’ve got a drink fit for any old feast

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