I wrote this years ago... Beer by Harald Otto Schweizer Life without beer would fill me with fear. To live without drinking something fermented would definitely make me become demented. There is just one thing about which I rave: drinking beer from the cradle to the grave. (Below my German version...) BIER von Harald Otto Schweizer Ein Leben ohne Bier kann ich mir nicht denken, wie soll man stocknüchtern sein Leben lenken? Man lässt dem Trübsinn einfach keinen Raum, man trinkt ein Bier und füllt ihn mit Schaum. Kaum hat der Mensch ein gutes Bier im Magen kann er im Leben einfach alles ertragen.
I wonder if Nantucket Brewing will ever use poetry (a limerick is a poem isn't it?) to sell their beers? Cheers! @Providence
Beer is a good presence and makes most of us think about time family and mostly the tomorrows. The old times really are the truth, when you thought nothing about beer at all.
Some of the beers that I buy are dear, Almost like I'm paying out of my rear, Even if they are fresh, And they manage to mesh, I will never buy expensive beer as a career. Like it or lump it.
Soil, rain Sun, grain Root, twine Cone, vine A liquid prayer A verse in drink A savored moment An ancient link
The Ogden Nash poem from years ago: Candy is dandy, But liquor is quicker. My take on the poem: Candy is dandy, But beer is near. (Okay, I'll admit I didn't spend much time on that poem. )
Full many a peer of England brews A livelier liquor than the Muse, and Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to Man. A.E. Houseman
They call me a hop head and I live it, son. If there ever was a hop head than I am one. Love the taste of herb with a breath of pine, with linger that clings like a lupulus bine. So fine to taste hops throw down zest, orange, grapefruit, peach, and mango best. Love it to swirl through alcohol spice with some bitter that ends things awfully nice. They call me a hop head, and I guess that's true, drinkin' a G-Bot as I write this to you. With a Two Hearted backup, Heady behind, you can say this boy has some hops on his mind. And I admit I love them, can't get enough. With no IPA this life would be tough. But I never have to worry or look for a hook up 'cause in the backyard grow some righteous Chinook up. So gimme Sunshine, Lunch, and Jai Alai, Green, Sculpin, Abrasive, and all in between, Head High and Bad Boy, Notorious, Duet, Hop Slam, and Pliny, so glad for hops to fill my glass, kick ass on my tongue, and never rest till praise fully sung. Put one in my hand when I go below. I'll be happy buried hoppy. This I know
Of this I know of your rhyme, You spent a great amount of time. So consider the reason for this comeback Is to give you an appreciative pat on the back.
