.4. What’s Brewing Poem by David Threadgold

White coloured cupboard
Holds row upon row
Brown screw top bottles
Of home brew you know

Made in late August
Some mild and pale ale
Ready for Christmas
I thought without fail

One night I heard gunfire
Had someone been shot
I crept down the stairs
To find out they had not

My white coloured cupboard
Was peppered with stoppers
My home brew had exploded
Like huge party poppers

© 2008 David Threadgold
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