Tiger Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! clear and bright perfection brewed exactly right, this traveller’s dry and rusty throat will always get this fine beer's vote. In what distant vats or kegs awaits the brew that my thirst begs. On what wings could one aspire, as taste buds bathe in Tiger’s fire. Maturity of hops and malt ferment with yeast within its vault, infused to spawn this brew of fame with all the power borne of its name. Perfect flavour, perfect head, now from each bottle gently bled, to compliment all that we eat and make each meal a tasty treat. When jungle folk threw down their spears, and water fell from heaven like tears, Mankind rejoiced their work to see as they brewed beer as good as thee. Tiger! Tiger! clear and bright is nectar of such godly height that no immortal hand or eye could better shape it symmetry. © Ivor G Davies