Sunday, April 10, 2011

Bad Poetry

Sometimes to "loosen up" some creative activity, I'll write some intentionally bad poetry for fun.  So I thought it might be time.  Here's a real stinker I came up with tonight:

ODE TO BEER

O Yeast!
O Malt!
O Hops!
  May the froth
     (Red, Brown, Yellow, or Black)
  cascade, cascade
     into my thirsty glass
       Like the lover to his waiting mate

O Brewer!
  With great care you
     tend and intend
     The boil and the sweet fermentation
     Your touch is that of a wizard
       as you swirl that liquid ore

O Bottler!
O Tender to the Bar!
  Bring to me
     those effervescent jewels
     the gems of Holy Libation
     My tongue and throat,
       my ravenous palate: my lusting mouth

O Ale!
O Lager!
  My senses immersed.


As Dan Aykroyd, as Leonard Pinth-Garnell, would say, "That wasn't very good at all, now was it?"  Garrison Keillor is on the phone, he wants to anthologize it.  Hope you had a laugh.

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