Rab Macfadyen

Rookie (Glasgow)

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006



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