We really rather love our Mr Wag.
A bag of music, music in a bag.
Such masterpieces did he once produce.
We listen every day to Mr Wag.
Oh such a man, a wit was Mr Wag.
Oh what a dish of gifts, oh what a bag.
A Ring he made for us to hear, not wear.
The Nibelungen sent by Mr Wag.
So Rheingold was the first from Mr Wag.
And then we had Walküre in the bag.
The Ring then brought us Siegfried as the third.
The fourth one's hard to say, dear Mr Wag.
Could cause some difficulty, Mr Wag,
for Götterdämmerung is in this bag
and can be hard, this Götterdämmerung.
You see that “o” and “a” there, Mr Wag?
There's also that name here, oh Mr Wag.
We say as Vahgner, and it's in the bag.
So “Wag”, you see, is “Wagner”, that OK?
For that word's in the bag now, Mr Wag.
(16 Jul 2023)
Categories:
rheingold, character, music,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
My father was my link to beer
And Rheingold was his brew.
That red and white can held the only
Lager that I knew.
As I grew up I switched to wine -
Sangria was in style -
And even learned to like some booze -
Tequila, for a while.
But years ago I drifted back
To early brewski days,
Especially when I discovered
Hoppy IPA's.
Back then, the stores had just a few
So I scoped out my faves.
I tried to spread the word but
Very few confirmed my raves.
Yet happily for me, today,
The craft beer movement's hot
And with so much to choose from,
There are loads I like a lot.
My dad, if he were still alive,
Would sip and shake his head,
Rejecting all those crafty brews
For Rheingold-types instead.
But each of us would raise a glass
(Or bottle, can or mug)
And share a father-daughter toast
Before we'd smile and chug.
Categories:
rheingold, drink, father,
Form: Rhyme