I heard a song on KEXP today about beer. They actually named a few brews like Arrogant Bastard and Fat Tire. It did my heart good. It inspired me to want to compose a little ditty.
A while ago, I had a haiku contest on my other blog. This time, let's have a limerick contest. Now there was some confusion with my haiku contest regarding structure. To clear up the confusion, a limerick has AABBA rhyme structure. To get the nitty gritty, go here.
The limerick MUST follow the correct rhyming structure, and MUST have something to do with beer, and MUST be totally awesome.
And to the winner of this contest??? I don't know- probably something with the Catholic Beer logo on it. I will check back to the blog in ONE WEEK and decide which poem takes the cake. So get those creative juices flowing (beer will probably help) and post your entries as comments on this blog.
Good Luck you lushes.
-The Zealot
Sweet and yet bitter is beer
ReplyDeleteCalories galore, I fear;
If you’re already fat
Better leave it at that
And stop swilling the ale, my dear!
Tanja Cilia
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ReplyDeleteIt’s why over the others it tops
ReplyDeleteThose glorious acrimonious hops
A great IPA
Will make any day
So brew some for your dear ole pops
Drinking homebrew makes me quicker.
ReplyDeleteDrinking moldy beer makes me sicker.
The one thing I fear,
to do with spoil'd beer,
is turn it to single-malt liquor.
At that first sip a tear.
ReplyDeleteThree down it's getting hard to steer.
Imbibed six, I can see two of us.
The whole wide world is catawampus.
They've got these pretzels...what catholic beer!
Is there nothing better than a fine crafted brew?
ReplyDeleteThat golden-brown elixir, that heavenly dew
Together friends bringing
In joy and in singing
A sure companion ever loyal and true.
In my beer I forgot my troubles
ReplyDeleteIn the silky foam of CO2 bubbles
Oh, what a night!
Everything seemed so right
Until blacking out after seeing doubles
There once was a monk who love liturgy
ReplyDeleteWho's yeast all worked in perfect synergy.
He prayed while he brewed,
As the people all cueued,
To be blessed by this master of zymurgy.
These are all phenomenal, so far.
ReplyDeleteOne must wonder about comments so crude
ReplyDeleteThat the authors of this blog were moved
To delete, was it notable
This crime against a potent potable
That got a beer limeric removed.
'Twas indeed the blog authors that deserve the credit
ReplyDeleteFor removing a comment which needed some edit
The spelling was poor
The rhyme was a bore
And frankly we just didn't get it.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
ReplyDeleteWho was unable to rhyme.
Yet he attempted to write a limeric,
It sucked.
So instead he drank a beer.
Two brewthers there are, but once there were three,
ReplyDeleteSharing secrets and tasty brews in sweet harmony,
Then one moved away,
He cries every day,
To the memory of the man-brewery in Maple Valley.
Cheers
Tim
A stout and waterlogged zythophile
ReplyDeleteWhen his bride barley, hops in the aisle
Said wort the love of his life
At yeast, soon to be wife
Has a mug with a lambic smile
All hail to the bittersweet Trappist,
ReplyDeleteWhose purveyors live as monastics;
Its bright citrus tang
From such pious pang
Redeems the most graceless of papists.
There once was a girl from Seattle
ReplyDeleteWho engaged in a limerick battle
she knew she might lose
so she drank some more booze
and smiled at her meaningless prattle
An Ode to St. Arnold:
ReplyDeleteThere once was a Bishop from Metz
He taught that beer was the best
To him we are thankful
for being so saintful
and bringing us many a fest.