Long Ale Poems
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That amber liquid far from insipid
Like molten honey but drawn from a tap,
Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark,
God's malted ale, nature's true sap.
Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond,
Giving them courage for mayhem galore,
A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land
Never quite feeling tired or sore.
The Celts used for curing, Egyptians for luring
Their gods from the heavens bribed to partake,
The English just drank as their water so stank,
Beer their solution to gulp for life's sake.
Wine lovers admit that their glass needs
be sipped
While describing aromas of berries and earth,
No such constraint, nor need for restraint
For drinkers of ale are freewheeling from birth.
So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug
While watching a game and eating junk food,
Nothing is wetter, more luscious and better
Than a cold tasty beer when expertly brewed.
guzzling gree tea ginger ale
chest hair raindrops swinging jubilantly
watching the beautiful blessing snore softly with a smile
still you sneak into the center of my mind
remembering the bacon flavored breath on the phone receiver
daydreaming about wings and the similac sweat muffing the sound
feeling like i need my butt whipped in every way but every way
beauty has a deeper definition that just the physical visual
guzzling more green tea ginger ale
mid back summer sweat reminding me of the beautiful blessing
freeing myself of current, unethical thoughts as i remember how my very world was just recently rocked
i put the green top back on the green tea ginger ale,
put the bottle back in the fridge,
and return to the side of the beautiful blessing that has introduced me to Many New Directions of Forward Movement
I don’t drink soda as a rule,
But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool –
I think of sick days as a kid
And do the things my mother did.
She served us soup and toast and tea
And baked potatoes, naturally,
And then, of course, was ginger ale,
A stomach balm that would not fail.
So that’s the diet I’ve imbibed,
Exactly as I’ve just described.
Yet here’s a fact that I found strange
About how ginger ale did change.
We had one old can – ordered more
And when they got here from the store,
The new ones tasted much less sweet,
The reason worth a quick repeat.
The older version said it had
140 calories – not bad.
The current cans have 1-3-0,
For sugar’s not the way to go.
The old one brought me to my youth.
The newer one, to tell the truth,
Just wasn’t worth it to my tongue –
Its praises I would not have sung.
So now I’ll stick to herbal tea
Or Gatorade until I see
That I am back and in the clear
To sip my coffee and my beer.
Poor wife, so very ill and oh, so congested.
But then, her husband got drunk and was arrested.
Sniveling, into the cold rain she hurried.
To bail hubby out of jail, she was a tad worried.
There he sat, smirking, behind bars.
Arrested for driving and hitting three cars.
The bail was paid, they stood soaking wet, he was pale.
In disgust, she left him, the drunk on the steps of the jail.
He...only could think of a pint of hearty ale.
So, ends, my friends, this sorry tale!
3/12/2021
~3~
Note, I found no category for drinking or alcoholism and on my device,
cabbot enter one...Apologies...Pangie
A Horse and ale
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for
funerals before
over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an ******** thinking of a favorite mare bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at each shop, and when
the round was done, he was in a merry mood and sometimes fell asleep. But the horse knew the way.
After unharnessing the beast, he brushed its coat, checked the hooves
for the horse, the highlight of the day, and gave it a big slice of bread.
So long ago, there had been a devastating war
Jews immigrated to Palestine
and got a piece of land they called Israel; we believed what the papers said
the persecuted people deserved a homeland, but we did not realize that it was.
A historic injustice had befallen the Palestine people and echo that will not
stop before the real Semites get their land back.
Ale and horses
There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one grocer there was
usually the sharing of a bottle of beer which during the day amounted to a fair of ale.
At the time a left-wing Christian political party was in power and used its position to deny licenses to cafes
and restaurants that often went bankrupt.
This banning of alcohol policy didn't stop people from
drinking they made their own tipple a mjod called
“Sats” Say, a big milk churn, sugar, yeast, water, and a bit of leftover fruit, a few weeks near a warm place, and when sieved the result was a hazy-looking substance
stronger than beer.
It is always difficult when a government gets to banning
mood like closing restaurants because it can lead people into temptation when the truth is they want people to pay more in taxes.
Tobacco is heavily taxed for health reasons, but that is not quite true, cigars are still relativistic cheap because
it is what the toffs smoke
the pleasure killers realized that more and more people
were buying chewing tobacco overlooked by the good doers, too late this year but they will hit users of this harmless drug by taxing it to the rafters, telling people it is bad for you knowing people will still chew.
There are two political parties one is conservative and will allow as long as we oversee financial corruption
the over party is well-meaning, we have to pay taxes to help some country people who don't where it is
in the name of brotherhood, only to see the leaders are
knee-deep lost cash and sexual shenanigans.
As for the people, they can do as they did before, make
“Sats”