Porter, Or Stout
stout or
porter
porter
or stout
I’ll weep
myself to
to sleep
if I have
to be without
my heart is as heavy
as my burdens are old
and neither find solace
in that lager served cold
I need something bitter
not a pilsner, too yellow
reserve that lighter brew
for a that happier fellow
I hope you don’t think
my words are too terse
for airing my druthers
with a rhyme and verse
but I tell you this man
I will have to make bail
if you fill up my glass
with an India Pale Ale
a beer dark and thick
with velvety bubbles
is the only thing that
will stifle my troubles
so be fast on the draw
but slow with the pour
if I wanted more head
I would get me a whore
and if I haven’t been clear
let me leave you no doubt
if you are serving me beer
I’ll take a porter, or stout
Michael F. Lewis
5/12/2013
Written at Main Street Brewery
Pleasanton, California
Copyright © Michael F Lewis | Year Posted 2013
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