Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.
The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.
An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.
Tag: beer
The Fading Daylight
Sun intensifying,
a banana chair in view,
work time almost finished,
the day slowly turns into night.
You whisper, “Here you go, my dear…“.
I look back and say, “Thank you, my love, for the beer…“.
We sit in the concreted shade
until the last of the daylight fades.
Guinness love
There once was a glass of cold Guinness,
drunk only by the old fart named Inness.
When the icy stout touched his lips,
thoughts of Bessie startled old hips.
Now he’s bouncing and pouncing about.
Beer of our Love
Magical yeast mixes with hops, barley, and water from a virgin spring to create a golden frothy liquid that touches the lips and heightens the senses.
Throughout the ages, monks have quenched their sexual desires by placing beer glasses to their lips, then being constantly tipsy.
Not one for any convention; you created a beer like no other. You call it “Our golden goddess goon” as you say, I turn into the golden goddess goony whenever I drink the brew.
The beer of our love showers us daily. It froths in our minds to foam all over our bodies, to stain the bed, sheets, carpets and the walls.
C & K 