Stouts Poems - Poems about Stouts

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More