Beer and Ale Poems

[PavlovsCat]

From Rasherb's post about "The Curiosties of Ale and Beer" -1889

A Grand Cross of "Malta," one night at a ball,
Fell in love with and married "Hoppetta the Tall."
Hoppetta, the bitterest, best of her sex,
By whom he had issue--the first, "Double X."

Three others were born by this marriage--"a girl,"
Transparent as Amber and precious as Pearl.
Then a son, twice as strong as a Porter or Scout,
And another as "Spruce" as his brother was "Stout."

Double X, like his Sister, is brilliant and clear,
Like his Mother, tho' bitter, by no means severe:
Like his Father, not small, and resembling each brother,
Joins the spirit of one to the strength of the other.


-penned by a student at Brasenose College

 

[KingBrianI]

Barley malt, hops, yeast,
Are by themselves not special,
But together rock!

-penned by me, just now

 

[smarty]

This was awesome dude. Yes together they really are great and completely rocks.
I am a big lover of both.

 

[KiltLifter]

Back atcha!:

TWAS THE MORN AFTER CHRISTMAS


'Twas the morn after Christmas and all through the house

My homebrew was missing, consumed by some louse

The kegs in the reefer had been sucked dry with malice

And small sooty footprints, they riddled my palace


I checked in the corner, Grand Cru had been taken

But the Coors Extra Gold had all been forsaken

Who was responsible for this gluttonous action

Could it have been Charlie? or perhaps Michael Jackson?


I walked back to the fireplace my mood in a slump

When I noticed my stocking had a generous lump

Out the top, hops were bulging, Hallertauer Mittelfrueh

Cascades and Fuggles, East Kent in there too


I had a sneaky suspicion who the culprit might be

When my eye caught a glitter from under the tree

A pot, all of stainless and cane, made for racking

Confirmed my suspicion as to who'd done the sacking


I decided directly it was that jolly old elf

And that bowl full of jelly didn't appear by itself

Those cheeks o-so-rosy were a giveaway too

A glowing reminder of his taste for homebrew


I decided being Christmas, I'd forgive the fat fellow

When I saw in the front yard, something twisting and yellow

I looked somewhat closer and what did I see

But "Thanks for the Homebrew!" in the snow, penned with pee


So from this Christmas forward, my plans they are clear

I'll exploit Santa's weakness for hand crafted beer

Just send him my wish list and to clinch my vast order

There'll be no milk and cookies, just pretzels and porter!


MERRY CHRISTMAS​

 

[homebeerbrewer]

I liked this one.