By Mark Miner

Ah, my brother, ever a font of inspiration!
This one is for you, Matt.

Before me stretch a plenitude of beers,
A pint of pale a favorite indeed,
For though the ale a honey gold appears,
Like stout and hefe it must yet concede.

O friend, do you at bay keep Corona!
But welcome yonder friend Pacifico!
Ye little-loved whits of Bavaria,
Make way for lagers clear, and filtered slow!

America, land of domestic swill,
May charm you with a byway microbrew,
But come ye set to drink it with a chill,
As we who like it light are wont to do.

But choose ye for yourself a favored drink,
Though I may much the lesser of you think.

 

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