Brew Master*A Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.I know for a fact that he did not pray a lot so how in Heaven's name did he get to where he got? Just how did this guy Arnold get to be a saint? This then is his story though you may think it quaint. This is what he told me. Now, I'm telling you He said he earned Blessed sainthood by brewing mead the people's favorite brew. Earlier, before your time Whatever that time may be, Arnold brewed for peasants, monks and kings and drank prodigiously. Then there came the day that was chosen for him to die. and knowing this that if he did he was apt to fry. "Wait Lord," he cried I wouldst a bargain make, if St. Pierre lets me through the finest mead Saint's thirst shall slake. St. Pierre and all the Saints then to God did sue praying for permission to let Arnold through. For nigh on a millennium the brew Arnold brewed fermented. The Heavenly Host grew thirstier 'til the Arnold at last relented. Angels with all the others then did gather 'round to sing Arnold's phrases as smooth the mead went down. Saint Michael feeling magnanimous after draining flagon three Named Arnold "Saint" 'twas proclaimed unanimously! Good people, Friends His story now is told, thusly did brew master Arnold enter the Saintly fold. *St. Arnold of Metz See his history. I have taken some liberties as allowed by my poetic license. © 2014 Patches I'm not so new anymore. |
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Added on August 22, 2014 Last Updated on August 24, 2014 AuthorPatches I'm not so new anymore.Westwego, LAAboutAmerican by birth Southern by the Grace of God. more..Writing
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