Stout Poems - Poems about Stout

Slurping the taste sensation that is stout The drink that has clout Sip slowly with thought and consideration Appreciate the filtration, formation and foundation Admire the visual display when The bubbles settle (nitrogen) Liken to stormy sea Viewed from safety Through glass The drift of the froth As you finish the drink off The drink that can mesmerise Whilst hypnotise I enjoy the dedication to timing for taste...

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Can true love be anywhere found? Will the loving heart be very sound? Just by seeing something better Or for totally a frivolous matter Will a heart plan to separate? Will it then negatively operate? Viewing from the point of money Will it leave creating great agony? Or will my looks give at last boredom? Or am I a casual selection at random? In case...

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Please decide firmly your life's aim Via toiling, success you can claim In case you are driven by lethargy Will get wasted your whole energy If postponement is, by you, made How can you succeed my comrade? Very easy to put off things lazily Victory loves one who works busily Fools quit by terminating their hope Against pressures they Can't cope Wise souls swim against...

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My uncle,... so like Dad! But a stout, big bellied version with different gait. Joy he had! But unlike Dad Who was a town guy and refined, No fad! Busy, Tending the farm. Free!! My uncle,... so like Dad Who was a town guy and refined!! Free!!!...

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Uncle was a stout version of dad Which I found quite interesting. And a very different lifestyle he led. Dad was a fastidious medical guy But uncle just a farm worker Content just to get by. He lived on a white man's farm Amidst the kalahari desert thickets Where jackals often brought harm. Their abode was a land of milk Although the flies were everywhere. But...

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Stout Hearted Men Alas for the Irish ‘tis fate to drown in Guinness this date and “quietly” shout hoorah for the “stout” ‘Tis an insatiable thirst I must sate John G. Lawless ©2/25/2018...

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stout or porter porter or stout I’ll weep myself to to sleep if I have to be without my heart is as heavy as my burdens are old and neither find solace in that lager served cold I need something bitter not a pilsner, too yellow reserve that lighter brew for a that happier fellow I hope you ...

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Betty the Little black stout cat Was busy chasing a Rat Like Tom in the cartoon Tom and Jerry You know their rows are a little scary When suddenly her paw got stuck on the mat And she fell on her nose flat...

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