Ode to Steinlager
by The Handbrake
Steinlager thou dost stand so tall,
the 'stubbie' does not reach.
Condensation does make you
look, fuzzy as a peach.
But a peach you are not,
for you are not so tart.
Cool and soothing are
the brushstrokes of your art.
Five percent of
New Zealands finest.
Don't bother to check,
thees local royal winelist.
On the back of mine
current green slender.
I see an All Black immortal,
imaging that nights winning bender.
Constant supporter of our AB's,
it does stand so proud.
When enough have been had,
thee does sing ever so loud.
Premium lager so liquid and cold,
thou art so refreshing.
One sip or one scull,
to be surely thirst quenching.
How do I love thee Steinlager,
I shall not count the ways.
For if I do so,
we'll be here for days.
So let me end this here and now,
for you have read it thus far.
WT, when you get home,
I've got a cold one ready for ya.
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Originally Posted by jrandom
I think my poems are gettin worse.... :disapint:
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