The World’s Best Head - Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Explicit for these tonics brewed
of warmth and taste and cheer
a following to clear one’s ails
to chase away these “Summertime Blues”
One double ‘neat’, a liquor pristine
two guesses oft which nut of Pope you drink
such brilliant amber hued and aroma’s dew
in flowing’s followings of the most Stout of brews
demonstrating in each pour, the ‘World’s Best Head’!
That one not lipped or slurped or construed oft
her sultry pouts and such tempting alluring’s blown…
Ummmmmm… the “World’s Best Head”
of deepest darkness and longest ‘leg’ after ‘leg’
and as in the flow of that timely blow… Whoa!
The cowgirl yelps and rides as the cowboy moans…
to the barkeep; another round here please!
Two teasing doubles of the sweetest nuts and served up neat!
Followed with those warm, deep, dark, pints to ease
a long days tense and please, fill those glasses to the brim!
Amen, amen, amen… Aaahhh; the slick of sweet Frangelico
and the ‘Head’ of a warm drawn Guinness… in finis…
the best of awe and all, for a long summer’s day finished.
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