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Drinkers' sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a brewer's dray?
Thou art more lovely than my whistle whet:
Rough heads do keep the drinking jugs at bay,
And opening hours have all too short a let:
Sometimes too warm the pint of lager pours
And often is his gold complexion spilled;
And every beer from fair sometimes detours,
By chance or changing barrels not yet stilled;
But thy eternal spritzer shall not fade
Nor recollection of that round thou owest;
Nor will I mock thou drink'st lemonade
When on allotment vines the grapes thou growest:
So long as men can drink and eyes still see,
So bottoms up and best of health to thee!
Copyright Bare Nibs 2009