Short Budweiser Poems

Short Budweiser Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Budweiser by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Budweiser by length and keyword.


Premium Member Keeping Fit For Males

Keeping fit for Males forget the gym the only six-pack I want is Budweiser! 05-06-17
Form: Senryu


Premium Member 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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Greg's Abs

There’s a former weight lifter named Greg
Who’d like to show off his abs to Peg
‘Cept he’s now a drunk hack
So his treasured six pack
Now looks more like a Budweiser keg
Form: Limerick

Premium Member 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
Form: Haiku

Lee's Restaurant

nineteen-eighty-three
reporting onboard
USS Nimitz
she was in dry dock

Lee’s Restaurant 
in Newport News
was my hangout
in shipyard days

playing pool
making friends
Budweiser

fine food
large tab

nice


Beer Mugs

There was a young girl named, Anheuser.

Wouldn't heed, when folks would advise her!

        Her and Pabst, took a chance,

         had a whirlwind romance,

and now they're both, sadder, Budweiser!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Poet Named Mark Heiser

  
       I know a poet, name of Mark Heiser
       Who happens to swig too much Budweiser ~
 
            His ‘Bud’ Mark does slurp
            ‘Til he starts to burp ~
      
       As his verse overflows like a geyser.
Form: Limerick

A Whiter Shade of Ale

I've been told,
I'd be the white spot,
On a set of pure white sheets,

Last blood test came up,
40% Budweiser I am told,
I will surely be well pickled,
No matter how many years old,

The waiter brings a tray,
We call out for more drinks,
All that I gotta' say,
That this life surely stinks.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Burlesque

Connecticut Summer

Budweiser T-shirt
And hair to my jaws,
Viet Nam waning
While Watergate roared:

Was a summer in Milford,
On Long Island Sound,
In a cottage with family—
We swam and we crabbed,
Suffered sunburn a lot,

And bikini-clad girls
Went stealing my eyes
To teach me of beauty
And life’s ultimate prize.
© David Bose  Create an image from this poem.

Thunder Road

People packed like sardine cans.
Lawn chairs, coolers, beer in hand.

Hot dogs, pizza, fries galore.
The crowd cheers loud, when the engines roar.

Dirt and car smoke, fills the air.
As I sit and watch from my earthen chair.

And nothing gives me quite a thrill,
Then to watch it all, atop Budweiser Hill
Form: Couplet

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
Form: Rhyme

Although I'Ve Gotten a Bit Wiser

Although I've Gotten a Bit Wiser

There is of course the ruin of the old,
when the dead pass through them
like dreams or shadows, darkly
and without purpose-

drinking wine and prune juice they 
forget the dead in a hideous chair
outside the GS supermarket.

How do I forget the dead?

How do I forget myself? 

... and then, as if by magic,
reason prevails...

although, I've gotten a Budweiser.

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

Premium Member 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



_______________________________________ 
*Budweiser Beer
Form: Ode

Alchohal, Effects and Stuff

Miller Light, Bud light
such a Delight

Fireball, Firewater
never hotter

Jack Daniels, Jim beam
way stronger than you seem

Vodka, Everclear
worst nightmare

Budweiser, Busch
sicker than a dog, who smells his own toosh

Smirinoff and wine
You will be bored and deffinatly fine

Southern comfort, and Coke
thiss really sucks, no joke

Jager Bombs
MMM, Better have a good job (they are expensive)

Crown royal, Royal crown
best Sh^^^ in town
Form: Rhyme

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