Ode To The Brew

Ode To The Brew

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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The title says it all

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I.

Fly the Mothership to the surface of inebriation
Ride the Fat Tire to the village of New Belgium
Be it in 1554 or later in the common era

II.

Hops, malt, water and yeast
The protein shake of macho

III.

Wives despise it and skanks revere it
Tee-totalers all out revile and fear it

Vikings soaked themselves, the water was tainted
Helping ugly men get laid, girls get face-painted

The ultimate lubricant, courage in liquid form
Somehow, so began a collegiate and social norm

IV.

Ale, Pilsner, Lambic, Stout, Lager, Saison, Witbier
Bock, Doppelbock, Dunkel, Gose, Porter, Hefeweizen

Even Bananas and Sorghum fermented into a
Frothy mix known mwenge, urwaga or lubisi

Kvass, Sahti, Gruit, Bosa and all others around
There is no shortage of the brew to be found

V.

From the valleys of the Nile, Tigris and Euphrates
To large cities that dot the Mississippi drainage basin
And all other points across this oblique spheroid
Brewing and imbibing makes this life not null, not void

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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I follow history very closely and this is a history of beer. I also love beer and as a travel man can tell you about the different tastes and types. Beer was the first universal medecine to disspell the tanted water of many different ages. You could understand that it was the first clean drink because of the alcohol. You pome shows a movement of the pattern of the development of beer. I found the work very neat and moveing. Great job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a neat ode. So many terms for grog I've never heard of.
'The protein shake of macho'. Nice.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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