Beer - Poem by Rab Macfadyen
Time to not have a sore head
avoid extra chemical Budweiser
worlds abound spin round ye in the bed
drink good real ale, cease to be a miser!
Hops so lovely and clear
water, hops and malt!
tasty glorious malty beer!
to ignore, resulting Bud hangover your fault!
Unto you I say cease chemical swallow array
get ye into good real ale affray
toast the lassies one and all
then after upon them hornily fall!
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