8/28/17
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One day
I may
Leave impressions
Questions
About simple things and other dimensions
With different facial expressions
Paying attention
In all directions
With good intentions
Learning lessons
Because there could be no exceptions
Before it all goes down the gutter
And I go under
Still full of wonder
So much to discover
Among seas and lumber
During rain and thunder
Can't remain in slumber
Not getting any younger
No good in being dumber
Occasionally had one too many lagers
And thought why bother?
Mind beginning to wander
Often I ponder
Near here and over yonder
Working to prosper
With a lot to offer
Including, reliability and honor
Not getting richer
By being bitter
And a quitter
Got to deliver
On any side of the river
With much to consider
Before I wither
Categories:
lagers, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
lagers, drink,
Form: Rhyme
She is scantly dressed as she twirls and dances
she dances on a raised platform with eyes staring
Her clients mostly male partaking lagers and beers
Her job involves dancing and teasing these clients
In her eyes lies a dazed look like shes high on drugs
She told her mama she had found work in the city
After many years of empty searches she is working
After many nights of sleeping on an empty stomach
A friend introduced her to this and the money is good
On the good nights some clients are very generous
She recalls the way her Godly mother thanked God
She hadn't given her mother the specifics of this job
She knows this isn't what she ought to be doing
She is trapped in a job she is really unwilling to do
Her clients offer her money tucking it in her bikini
She recalls her childhood as she swings on that pole
Never in her childhood could she ever have dreamed
She would end up becoming an exotic pole dancer
Dancing as she was born as gentlemen cheered her on
Never in her wildest dreams had she seen this coming
Categories:
lagers, absence, emotions, feelings, for
Form: Blank verse
Setting: outdoor pub in Prague.
On the table: brews!
Reason: hungry, tired and
So many beers to choose.
At the table next to us,
Americans on tour,
Drinking beer in every town,
As much as pubs could pour.
We had forty years on them.
Still, we started yakking,
Trading stories, facts and jokes;
Subjects weren't lacking.
That's what's great about a pub -
Different people blend
And before you know it,
Every stranger seems a friend.
Several lagers later,
We got up and said goodbye.
Once we would have kept their pace;
Now we'd dare not try.
Yet we spent a lovely night
Bonding over beers.
Amazing how some yeast and hops
Can override the years!
Categories:
lagers, food, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Conversations confusing
Google bots are oozing as I type
Quiet yet quite the riot
Gents lament a Goddess rant
Counting Coronets that can’t…
Hailing comments that She shan’t
Whale her song from a ship of Pink.
While her telly was quite the philly
Her belly was shaking with quiet silly
A butter in the fly has stumbled…
Tumbling his tongue on a British bum.
She laughed as she came undone and
He remembers now, the dame’s name.
Especially, the special invented his game.
Peace and pieces were all to blame, so
Sasanova lost her shame… and went froth.
Up the Gemini and into the Earth…
Tales from the doggie, so Sirius at first
Said ales of Corona created Mirth.
Martha, is such a ham when she works!
Sang a song about six biggie wics
Five for games and one for sticks…
Dear John, Flame of my heart,
Your elip Tickles O’l Neptune’s part!
Dear Ed, did you hear of the start!
Two men in wigs… made a Casaba tart!
Logs only have rhythm… when they’re lagers…
Honey, pass my reed please… near the sandals.dear ;)~
Categories:
lagers, adventure, friendship, funnysong, song,
Form: I do not know?