[Author’s note: I originally wrote this poem in 2011. Since then, it has become (with the exception of the post that was Freshly Pressed) the most often-viewed post ever for Puddintopia. I wrote it in about 5 minutes as a lark because I didn’t know what else to ramble about that day, having no idea it would take on a life of it’s own. At any rate, it seemed appropriate to repost it today. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.]
I do not like green, tasteless beer
Just do not pour that, Sam, my dear
I do not want it in my house
I will not drink it with a mouse
I will not have some in the rain
I only like it down the drain
I will repeat it, if I must
For me, it’s good, craft beer or bust.
I DO NOT LIKE green, tasteless beer
Let’s have an Irish stout right here!