Stouts Poems - Poems about Stouts

...T'was the night before Christmas and through the beer store folks were procuring Christmas cheer by the score. They came from near and far to get bottles of rum to make yummy eggnog and to its ple......

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...T’was the night before Christmas Santa lay on his bed An ice cold wet cloth Atop his “big head” For after the reindeer Were put back in the barn He stopped for a “wee dram” To spin an old ya......

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...The Day They Took Robert E. Lee Down A moment of silence for General Robert E. Lee Who stood through time like a live oak tree I had tears in my eyes in a front row seat But when he was t......

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...Festivals stirring me along, wild nights in youth spent. Never a wish for none greater, but a few more moments lent. Twirling amongst the crowds of night, they only fear the day. Bright eyed Gibso......

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...Monday nights Are India pale ale, Tuesdays Stouts & porters. Then comes Whiskey Wednesday & seven – Tawny death In slow sips. You wonder How it comes: Sudden Moonshine, Stinging & h......

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