There once was a yeast who made booze
So bored with his job, took a snooze
He was roused and awakened
Afrer he was just shaken
And made a gravity in the one-zero-twos
When a brewer decides on brew
He might not have but a clue
On how high he should mash
Or when he should crash
So Revvy he must come to you
Dont ask me why I do the things I do...I couldnt tell you.
-Jefe-
I applaud your efforts and then some
your verbage and prose, so handsome
but if you've got time
to sit down and rhyme
why not crush more grain and brew some?
...minus some points for 3x "some"'s
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perhaps a line of single hop IPA's - there's so many new hops out there!!!
I'm going to my tap; won't you follow?
Some wonderful brew we will swallow
The big problem is
I keep having to wiz
How I wish that my legs were both hollow.
There once was an online brew forum,
You'd think that they'd rather just pour 'em.
They spent too much free time, in conjuring rhyme,
It was all I could do, to ignore 'em!
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- Half empty, half full, It's still time to brew.
- Yeast is blind, has no brain, can't think straight, and is lucky to land comfortably on the bottom of something, in a liquidy MUSH. Must be a WEEKEND!
- It's hard to dovetail when your wood shop is a rocking chair and a cooler - the bigjoetrain
I'm going to my tap; won't you follow?
Some wonderful brew we will swallow
The big problem is
I keep having to wiz
How I wish that my legs were both hollow.
I'll be putting a bathroom in downstairs this spring by the bar. This is getting hung on the door for sure!!
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Tap Room Hobo
I should have stuck to four fingers in Vegas. :o - marubozo
So i sat down and wrote two HBT limericks
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