I came upon a nice cold beer
A glorious drink of gold,
From barmaids serving near the bar
To touch their mugs so bold:
"Peace on the earth, last call to men,
From the bartender's all-gracious tap."
My stool in drunken stillness lay
To hear a drunken sap.
Still through that tap the beers did come
With a little head on top;
And still their heavenly brew flows
And I wish it would never stop.
I came upon another beer,
and another...
and another..
and an--aaagh (pass out)

© 2006 Squirrelbait
Written by Mikey Squirrel

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