Budweiser Poems | Examples

Hot Rally Soup Note: Must be prepared in July

Take one demigod from the melting pot
Give it a Mega-phone (the louder the better)
Mix in a heavy dose of Fox News, make it a bit overbearing 
In a separate pot, 
mix 70 million evangelicals 
2 or 3 million fanatics -depending on your tolerance 
Season with lies and fear
Add holy water, a couple of cases of Budweiser and demigod mixture 
But first clip a piece of ear and discard 
sit in the sun until it boils- stirring occasionally

Summer Vacation

unique island calm
pink beaches of hawaii
water sooths my soul

spicy restaurant
warm and tasty fajitas
honeymoon delight

ice cold budweiser
hard baseball at wrigley field,
summer vacation

Anheuser Used To Be a Stud

My horse Anheuser used to be a stud
  Aging poorly, now races in the mud
    When his tail goes swish
    I grant him his wish
  And draw him a bath of Budweiser suds

A Cub Fan and a Bud Man

Too blind to play baseball
  Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
  No future in sports at all

Those who can't do, teach
  Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
  When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...

A microphone in one hand
  A can of Bud in the other
Harry Caray, the fans' favorite
  Every beer guzzler's brother



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Beer Sonnet

Beer Sonnet

I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I drank the beer, let the tomorrow keep its secret.

Those Curious Carousing Kitties of Company C

Those curious carousing kitties of Company C
They keep me awake, every morning until three
They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold
I would not care except I am mean, fat and old.

I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud.
They caterwaul in an enormous crowd.
When they have had too much nip they get even worse
I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse

I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long.
Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song.
Company C moved in and everything went to heck.
My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect.

I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows.
There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows.
I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin.
The more they wail, the more I blame him.

Black Market

Oxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese

take it to Ajima 

And double your money 

Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,

Army says one case a day,

I used to get twenty.

In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case

You’d get $25 

For stacking them in Ajima’s place,

But watch out for MPs

Because If you get caught,

Its court-martials And Article 15s 

JEV

Traumas

I come from broken glass and tv shows.
From love filled lies and budweiser cans.
Police Lights and Shouting.
I am from broken vows.
Loving spouses, that left and didn’t come back until the next day.
I come from dead grandparents and tears.
Hospice Hours and Hospital visits.
Crosses and Blessed Oil.
I come from forced religion, the holy trinity. 
Broken Promises and Grieving fathers. 
Long school days with no friends, like movies without popcorn. 
I come from teen pregnancy and fighting to get a degree.
I come from success and pain.

Beer Belly Boy - Repost

From the moment he turned adult legal,
Triple B been hot rodding to the liquor sto’e

Making them daily late night beer runs,
and popping them tops with his beefy guns

Liquid numbmification is his stupor education,
sober thinking everyday takes a vacant eyes vacation  

Guzzling and grunting,
brain cells mental growth stunting

Belching and barfing,
lager laced blue-in-the-face scarfing

Triple B don’t have a problem with none of that,
he’s a certified spud, who loves sucking down suds by the sack

His grandpa affectionately calls him Beer Belly Boy,
a Budweiser lunch box was his favorite childhood toy

He don’t mind people saying his six pack is a couple cans short,
as long as he delivers the moonshine on time to the rally point port

Triple B feels he’s living the life of a NASCAR rebel,
and his best friend Bo is a rowdy, hell-raising devil

Beer Belly Boy loves his favorite American girl,
dressed in her aluminum skirt and amber pearls

Beer Belly Boy, full of joy, gon crush kiss each empty can,
‘cause his gut feeling tells him this is the measure of a man

Big Busty Babe's Bar

Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys 
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of 
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze  and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and  baked beans 
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as 
they banter with their buddies at the bar  
or in the booths and bathroom. 
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol 
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar 

Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar.  Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards  and Bank of America.

 Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

Beer Belly Boy

From the moment he turned adult legal,
Triple B been hot rodding to the liquor sto’e

Making them daily late night beer runs,
and popping them tops with his beefy guns

Liquid numbmification is his stupor education,
sober thinking everyday takes a vacant vacation  

Guzzling and grunting,
brain cells mental growth stunting

Belching and barfing,
lager laced blue-in-the-face scarfing

Triple B don’t have a problem with none of that,
he’s a certified spud, who loves sucking down suds by the sack

His grandpa affectionately calls him Beer Belly Boy,
a Budweiser lunch box was his favorite childhood toy

He don’t mind people saying his six pack is a couple cans short,
as long as he delivers the moonshine on time to the rally point port

Triple B feels he’s living the life of a NASCAR rebel,
and his best friend Bo is a rowdy, hell-raising devil

Beer Belly Boy loves his favorite American girl,
dressed in her aluminum skirt and amber pearls

Beer Belly Boy, full of joy, gon crush kiss each empty can,
‘cause his gut feeling tells him this is the measure of a man

Atomiser

8/13/17


Occasionally cooked with a kitchen timer
Often bought and drank budweiser
Sometimes worked with an atomiser
Amid elevations that were lower or higher


Always had much more than heart
From the start
Being smart
Becoming familiar with tools, items and parts
In the light or dark

Won't always be as smooth as silk
Move on, stop with the guilt
No reason to cry over spilt milk

The scales shall balance and tilt
Keep training with or without a sword and hilt
Continuing to be invovled in structures being soundly built
Near and far from silt
As well as flowers doing well or beginning to wilt

Keeping Fit For Males

Keeping fit for Males

forget the gym
the only six-pack I want
is Budweiser!

05-06-17

Time-Wasters To Go-Getters

So much time we have wasted here on Earth,
Never living up to the expectations given at birth.
Sitting around all day, just watching the time pass.
Because all you are to that university is a $ sitting in class.

We have the tools to do anything we please.
Countless doors to open, as God has given us the keys.
But we'd rather sit on Netflix binge watching our favorite TV shows.
Weekend after weekend you waste away as the Budweiser flows.

Get out and explore before you're grown and too late.
Soon you'll be old, and have nothing to look back and appreciate.
The clock is ticking, and time waits for no one.
Now go break some rules, get into trouble, and have some real fun.

I Really Do Not Care If the Sun Is a Star and He Does

I REALLY DON’T CARE IF THE SUN IS A STAR AND HE DOES

I want grape juice and sex all the time.
All he can think about is spray painting.

He looks at me like I am the strange girl 
down the street who eats saltines and ketchup. 

I step right on somebody’s chewed gum walking with him.
Our fingers laced like we are tourist scum in matching cowboy boots.

I look at him like he never wears the same underwear two days in a row.

He knows I lied to his family when they asked me if I liked toasted cheese and Budweiser. 
Then again when I told his drunk father I would never sleep with him on a spaceship.

He looks at me like I am a joke about women’s
tennis, or a blackboard with a spit wad stuck on it.

He lied to my mother when he said he’s never had sex with a mannequin.
Then again when he said he never shot me with a tranquilizer gun.

I look at him like he might get me pregnant.
He looks at me like he’s arranging a celebration for the sun.

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