heavenlyhippie stoddard


Sometimes I just Like to drink a beer, . It does not mean I want to shed a tear. A beer is refreshing the taste is unique, it is different each time and it is not sweet. On a hot day when you are fishing in the lake and you get thirsty a beer is what it takes. ON a warm and cozy afternoon, sometimes I might pass, I might have shot of bourbon on the rocks or in a shot glass. I don’t know what it is about some of those times of the year that really make you want to drink a beer, Yes and then there is football season then you have a whole new reason. But other days it is just because the delectable concoction the only thing to drink and my thoughts I get lost in. Oh yes, that drink of beer is the only thing that will do, some say it will kill me, others say let me be, who knows someday it just might be my still be my doom.
But I never read it too be such a sin, and that wonderful lil drink sometimes makes me grin, so until there’s no football, or there is no fishing I guess it will just be a beer I’ll be getting.

Poem Submitted: Monday, November 26, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Emancipation Planz (11/26/2007 2:04:00 PM)

    This is a beery beery and refreshingly good batch that you have brewed... Enjoy

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  • Thad Wilk (11/26/2007 1:26:00 PM)

    A refreshing write i must say! I'll drink to that poem! It reminds me of that old
    song, My Mother Was A Moonshiner And I love Her (Still!) ..... * 10 *! ! !

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