JOHN BEER (8/28)
My little horse must think it queer
To try to put the car in gear.
A birthday poem for my dear
Exalted malted friend, John Beer.
Oh, don’t you worry, never fear:
Thomas Hood will soon be here.
Mink and monogram cashmere?
“Average/casual” for John Beer.
“O Antonía! pioneer!”—
He said and shed a bitter tear.
He’s holding hands with Edward Lear
The better to console John Beer.
My little horse must think it gay
To teach the buccaneer to pray.
I draft these beery rhymes to say
Let flow the Beer on tap today.
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