The Beer Poem

Oh beer into my recurrent good time

My life you creep, invade, corrode and peak

You wet my lips with hops and one cut lime

Or be something so dark my breath will reek

Indulge a treat it's time to drink one more

My friend is tired this time has near run out

Oh gee! It seems my friend has hit the floor

Oh God! He’s out, real wrung, I start to shout

Down there he beams a cheeky, strange new smile

Hoist him, two feet, his eyes still there, but red

We dance some more the beer takes us for miles

But then, again, beer wins, he hits my head

Beer flows, infects, dilutes, instills, constricts

I’m dazed, without a feel, a beer is sick!