Youth Filled Days, Done-Miss Spent Poem by Michael Gale

Remember the use of many a, church key, to open doors of ale? ....
Sealed of steel, to never pale.

Tastes refreshed as frothing's tide...
Imbued in depth to a most, liquored ride.

Dizzying effects bent to throes, aligned as never lost, astride...
Key holes of aluminum doth glide.

Crowned caps bent...
Sailed air currents-abide.

Drinking games like tops or beer pong....
Quarters, endured most to ballad-ac, song.

Never righteous, only wrong!