Beer Poem
Beer, beer, beautiful beer
the more you drink,
the more you peer(s)
will admire your debonaire teeth
as they glint in the glare of
of the glass of so many bottles
lost in your sea of despair
don't forget to tip your waitress
and kiss her hair
Drink a porter, drink a stout,
drink a pilsner, dance and shout
Chapstick, my flavored amigo,
perchance a sepulchre?
Don't take to long, OK? I gotta use it too.
Barley juice?
Dionisus fuck you!
after all, does not wine
suck donkey dongs?
yes, I do believe this is true.
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