03-26-2013, 06:28 PM
See, a purdy Beamish lass is
rich as bark but soft of touch;
sweet with light breath of molasses.
I've sat on barstools with the masses
gazing at the upper hutch.
See, a purdy Beamish lass is
familiar with the darker grasses,
quickened with a stronger clutch,
sweet with light breath of molasses.
Pilsners poured in fancy glasses
really don't impress me much.
See a purdy Beamish lass is
stout and strong, quickly surpasses
trends or tasters, why can't such
see a purdy Beamish lass is
sweet, with light breath of molasses.
milo
(yah, a poem about beer, heroic!)
rich as bark but soft of touch;
sweet with light breath of molasses.
I've sat on barstools with the masses
gazing at the upper hutch.
See, a purdy Beamish lass is
familiar with the darker grasses,
quickened with a stronger clutch,
sweet with light breath of molasses.
Pilsners poured in fancy glasses
really don't impress me much.
See a purdy Beamish lass is
stout and strong, quickly surpasses
trends or tasters, why can't such
see a purdy Beamish lass is
sweet, with light breath of molasses.
milo
(yah, a poem about beer, heroic!)

