Pint Poems - Poems about Pint

Waiting for the storm to pass

People started running,
for buses, taxis, trains,
with umbrellas no defence,
against the wind and rain,
a drowned rat cycled past,
then disappeared down a lane,
when lightening flashed, I dashed,
hoping to dry out again.

I shot past the pub’s “welcome” sign,
“No Prams or Pushchairs Inside”,
then scrutinised the menu,
for something not micro’d or fried,
with my paper, pint, pasty, and peas,
I sat by

Pint-Size It

I sit here
wondering
about it all.

The only problem
is, all is always
way too much.

Perhaps
I could find
a way, to 

pint-size it!

Pint Size

A mere mortal
I am to AI.
A demi tasse slurp,
a tiny thought bubble,
blowing in the wind,
pieced to pop with puny plunk,
just a pip spat out.
My brain drained to a pitiful 
paltry piddle, into
the insatiable sea 
of AI's knowledge bank.

Nine-Pint Ramblings

Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth 
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth 
To the scourge 
Of this earth?

I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must 
To

Have the Words Fancy a Pint Ever Sounded So Good

Have the word's

Fancy a Pint

At the Pub

Ever sounded so good 

As today

Cheers

See you there

Make mine a double

Get the round in

Lot's to catch up on

Since we last met

Mcgee Save a Pint Save a Pence

Mick, Mike and McGee
Were at the pub together
Just sitting at the bar
Talking about work, and the weather 

When Mick looks down and sees a fly, 
floating on the froth of his beer
Motions for The Bartender, saying
"What in the hell we have here" 

The Bartender sees the fly
Then looked Mick straight in the face
I'll pour a

Pint of Ale

Give me a pint of ale for I have signed
aboard the Queen weighing  anchor first light
when she gives sail for Java’s trade of kind.
But I am having a good time this night
and me thinks a pint may wet whistle fine.
Then after ale booze makes shore time just right
If you chance hearing curses, they aren’t

Pint Will Raise

About my deceased friend Terry.
Will have service for him Thursday
with a wake at Gun Tavern in
Basildon, Essex, England

Pint Will Raise

For Terry a pint will raise
And offer him much praise
Distinguished gentleman has been
Heaven's gates are open again
Where Terry now rests and stays.

The Last Pint

The last pint
He ordered a couple bottles and one
And said an extra one he still want
Seating by the counter late at one,
Staring at couples dancing gracefully the night
And remembering his own days of might

Another shot of Johnny walker
And tears were running freely down his face
For the once so sweet love had now gone bitter
Yet those

Pint a Rest

oh great tremble
how many days of no eat
king oscar
quelle sardines
let us open a can
nothing to worry your'e not new at this
and those beans you call them mouton
for a shave and deux couilles lets knit a tricot in the great bank of America

Talking To a Pint

I thought I sent you down my belly,
What are you doing in my head?
You conniving old shoe! You bitter brew
Go away from me, be forever gone
I’m finally done with you…!

Wait, wait –hic up-! I over reacted
Give me another sip…?
One more before I go…
Of course we’re bestttt… still friends –hic up-!
I was being fu….. Silly


Michael

A Pint of the God Machine

A pint of the god machine

Surfing the digital space

drifting

and sifting throughout the net

to find the key

and yet it never appears

so as I might fear

there is a fee

to pay for knowledge

little universe in a box

and I’m trapped in a state of mind I cannot describe

strange and stranger still yet

there is a way about machines I don’t

Free Cee Am I the Only One Who Knocks Off Half of a Pint Bottle of Vodka At Three a M

LASHES TO ASHES IN SLOW MOTION

Might I please present myself as a prologue to death
Because unless I am terribly wrong…….
I can’t have too terribly long
And I’ve been lazy too long
But I don’t have too long to act crazy
Incredibly and indisputably inane
And drive other people institutionally insane

My days dry up like clay caskets caught in the

A Pint of Bitter No Probem

A Pint of Bitter…sure-

At the registrar office we´re getting married 
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me 
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about 
this marriage left she accosted me in the street 
and said;

Those Pint Glass Bottomed Spectacles

Those pint glass bottomed spectacles
are staring up at me
as you gurgle down another beer
and burp and boff with glee.

Gone are your inhibitions
your humanity and pride,
you're acting like an animal
now that alcohol's inside.

You're acting kind of foolish
like I've never seen before,
the kind of things you wouldn't do
if sober as before.

Gone is the man I used to

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