Wednesday, 28 May 2014

a one hundred and twenty ninth poem...'campaign for real ale'

Helmut brewed beer from
Broken biscuits and old 
Bus tickets, then watered it down,
Served chilled, and
Since 99% of the lunks whose
Bellies it filled understood
Less than 1% how beer should be made, 
Helmut's recipe went multi-national,
Every weekend helping dim,
Colourless people get laid.

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