Too, from Christy's ... a poem

-- Beer (a sonnet) --
It's poetry class, don't use the word 'flow.'
Hell with that, it's the only way I know
to describe what my love does all night long,
a robust red or a super sweet blonde.

Only to brush against my lips, oh joy!
Under the influence, I am a toy.
Happiness is brought, freedom given, too.
Don't forget the courage will take you through.

Then to sleep, and you are late to awake
for that meeting you have, those notes to take.
The headache, it will come. And don't forget
that the blonde or redhead will leave a scent.

All will know that you were at it all night.
The flow, the beer, empty glasses -- just right.



I wrote that at Christy's Euro Pub on Tuesday, Oct. 9.