A Poem For My Beer Poem by Simon Odhiambo

I have never seen you before like this
correct me if I owe you a know

When you wear a dress so clear
You change your name to suit

Your contents may be half today
But I know you are ready to go

I see your sister there
Brown and sometimes green attire

In brown and in green you pose
Sometimes your dress is clear in red

I long to hold you close
You insist on a kiss to floss

You sweat and like it thus
Not for heat but for loving chill

Shaking is not allowed for you
Or else you will lose your frothing head

And now I say this only prayer
As you come and meet my lips

I shake and make a gulp
You reduce but keep a stare

I sip and shake my head
Your contents will make me swear

At last you fill me bare
I hate the way you wear

This road was one before (hic!)
Now two they seem to pair

Between you my dear beer
And the poem am yet to write(hic! hic!)
Who was first to creat a rhyme?

I say this simple prayer
Beer is not my simple share

I think I like this square
where beer is not a ware

Bliss!