Never again for friend Thad
A beer makes a new man of you
and then the new man wants one too
He takes the opportunity
to sink his beer down thirstily.
By then its time for number three
and you are sinking happily
into the state where you’ve lost count.
You can consume any amount
or so you think but you cannot.
Your thought process has gone to pot.
You’ve had too much and you will rue.
Much more than is good for you.
Tomorrow morning you will pay.
Hangovers can last all day.
29-Jun-08
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Chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girls tight black pants
Larry knows he doesnt stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders whats under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
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Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brians still glued to the radio
Louies lookin out the rear window
Guys got around to orderin fries
But root beers my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
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Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
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Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
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Inalienable right.
All hail to ale, good honest ale
the comforter when all else fails.
The lack of ale makes stout hearts fail.
Attempts to ban it doomed to fail.
When things are looking at their worst.
A man has need to quench his thirst
Ale is what men think of first
A man would truly be accursed.
Should he attempt to interfere
between a thirsty man and beer.
There is no doubt its very clear.
Without ale life would be too drear.
It is a right for which I’d fight.
Ripe nappy ale is my delight.
Saturday,08 May 2010
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Maiden Aunt for Friend Bob
She smiled her constipated smile.
A spinster of a certain age
as she condemned the modern style.
Moustache bristling with righteous rage.
It isn’t right her constant cry.
The freedom the young have today
Their attitude I must decry
we weren’t allowed to act that way.
I was taught virginity
was some thing ladies should retain
and not surrender easily.
Once lost something you can’t regain.
A girl should wait until she’s wed
Before allowing liberties.
I repeat what my mother said
Young ladies must act properly.
What makes me mad is I missed out
Nobody ever fancied me
Except the butcher’s boy a lout
of lower social class than me.
So I retained my maiden hood
more accident than good intent.
I would have lost it if I could
if I had found a likely gent..
I must confess I’m envious
a touch of green eyed jealousy
What makes me frankly furious
I lacked the opportunity
.
I think I would have given in.
In fact I bloody sure I would
If I had, had the chance to sin
instead of acting like a prude.
2-Jun-08
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Beer And Bones
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
I got to work this morning
Early this afternoon
Yeah my boss man nudged me
Said son I need to talk to you
You used to make me money
But lately I been taking a loss
Well he smelled my breath
Gave me what was left
Of the day off
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Well I wish I could go home
And rest my weary head
But I know I'll just stay here
And have another beer instead
That little waitress asked me
Honey could you use some help
I said I thank you miss
I'll have to get through this
By my dang self
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it's hard to stop drinking beer.
quote by Billy Carter
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Confession Without Shame
I have sinned I must admit.
If that’s what you choose to call it
I did as nature bid me to
and I am certain you did too.
Making love is natural
for any healthy boy or gal
Sharing mutual ecstasy
can’t be a sin. At least to me.
What you believe is up to you
You can be sure saints did it too.
It may be wrongful in your sight
That is your choice you have the right.
Your standards don’t apply to me.
I’ll carry on quite happily.
The only sin I recognise
and this to everyone applies
To hurt another wilfully
the only way to act sinfully.
8-Sep-08
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Beer & Bones
(sanger d. shafer/lonnie williams)
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
I got to work this morning
Early this afternoon
Yeah my boss man nudged me
Said son I need to talk to you
You used to make me money
But lately I been taking a loss
Well he smelled my breath
Gave me what was left
Of the day off
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
Well I wish I could go home
And rest my weary head
But I know Ill just stay here
And have another beer instead
That little waitress asked me
Honey could you use some help
I said I thank you miss
Ill have to get through this
By my dang self
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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I Miss Ol' What's Her Name
I miss her complainin’
Makes me cry in my beer
I’m so miserable without her
It’s as if she’s still here
My pickup and coon dog
Give me a lil’ cheer
And my ma getting’ out of prison
And me drinkin’ more beer
Catchin’ some ol’ catfish
Makes me wish she were near
To clean em’ and cook em’
And bring me more beer
I miss her cute lil’ ol’ mustache
That hides the wart on her chin
I miss her high piercing voice
Tho It gets under my skin
Miss the smell of her foot fungus powder
Miss havin’ her bring me more beer
I’m so miserable without her
It’s as if she were still here
My dirty shorts and socks can just lay there
But dang! I hate getting’ my own beer
And I’m so dang miserable without her
It’s as if she were still here
So there’s one more thing to me
That’s become crystal clear
And it’s that I’ve got to teach
Ol’ Blue to fetch my beer
And there’s one more thing
That’d make me miss her less so
That’d would be to teach ol’ Blue
To play the 5 string banjo
I miss her so badly
She fills my thoughts so
Whoa! I just heard a squirrel!
Gotta git my gun (and another beer)
Gotta go!
poem by David Whalen
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Knowing you might some day come
Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
in Charles Dickens’
our Mutual Friend
I made a list:
not meat, vegetables, beer and pudding
but number l, warmth.
number 2, warmth.
number 3, warmth.
number 4, a good snuggler.
number 5, someone who sings
while he/she works.
number 6, a dancer.
number 7, someone who grows & is
intrigued by
the mind. And
by the spirit too.
Number 7, someone who is loved
by animals; and loves
them back without
a thought.
number 8, someone who smells
delicious.
number 9, someone whose anger
lasts no longer than mine.
number 10, someone who
stands beside me. behind me. If necessary
in front of me.
number 11, someone who
is a passable cook.
number 12, Someone who laughs
a lot, thinks I have a fine
sense
of humor
& has friends.
number 13, someone who can be
original in dress:
stylish
warlock –In silver, lapis
& black – to my witch.
poem by Alice Walker
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When Day is done for JT Ellison
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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When day is done for M' lady Tara
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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The Autocrat for J.T.Ellison
History tells us Henry Tudor
was a kind man but much cruder.
Than any head of state to day.
He was the king and had his way.
He frequented the public stews
though people then held different views
Though Henry Tudor didn’t care
Nobody was brave enough to dare
to tell the king what he should do.
Athough there must have been a few
Who thought it inappropriate
behaviour for a head of state.
So what they thought was left unsaid
for critics often wound up dead.
03/11/2009
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Day Off
A placid pool unruffled by
the slightest breeze reflects the sky.
The sky a cerulean blue
takes on a slightly darker hue.
Sometimes a fluffy cloud or two
will slowly drift into my view.
I sit beneath a shady tree.
I am content to simply be
an observer of the scene
and draw comparisons between.
The peaceful pool and the clear sky.
Its not my place to wonder why.
I am relaxing happily
exactly where I want to be.
02/07/2009
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Misplaced Trust
Symmetrical verse
Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go
which wasn’t true.
Saturday,29 October 2011
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We're basically after Joe's beer money, and Joe likes his beer, so you better make sure that what you give him is at least as pleasurable to him as having his six-pack of beer would be.
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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Misplaced Trust symmetrical verse.
Symmetrical verse
Misplaced trust
.
I lost my way
Was led astray
By those I thought I could believe
But were not what they seemed to be
Because I was young and naïve
I trusted them too easily
Their confidence was all pretence.
I should have used my common sense.
Gone my own way
Without delay.
But I did not I thought they knew
Which way to go which wasn’t true.
They lied to me
As liars do.
Saturday,29 October 2011
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Cold Beer, Women and Music
I like cold beer on a hot day
I like hot women on a cold day
I like music on a hot or cold day
I like to have cold beer in my pad
I like to have my women scantily clad
I like to have my music not bad
I like my cold beer enshrouded
I like my women endowed
I like my music loud
I like my cold beer in my right hand
I like my women tanned
I like my music close at hand
I like cold beer to unwind
I like women to dine
I like music to remind
I like cold beer with women
I like women with cold beer
I like cold beer and women with music
poem by Bill Kamen
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A change is called for.
A change is called for.
We always tend to over cater
And eat the leftovers later
Until we’re sick to death of them
This year a different stratagem
We shall dine out on Christmas day
It will be worth the price we pay
No washing up which must be done.
We can relax and just have fun
Probably drink a glass or two
Of our very favourite brew
My lady likes bubbles in her wine
But I prefer the taste of mine
Good old fashioned bitter beer.
In this we differ always I fear
It matters not for we have got.
A sufficient supply of both
To meet our needs and nothing loathe.
We’ll drink a toast to absent friends
To friendships which will never end
To friends who we may never meet
We could walk past them on the street
We will still drink to their good health
and wish them health and happiness
We will succumb eventually
And fall asleep on the settee.
Tuesday,13 December 2011
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The Emerald Ship
entertain no
grief over the sinking
of the emerald ship
ships sink
it is not unusual
in this ocean of blue
dark blue
ships normally sink
lots of ships
their numbers
unrecorded
we do not have
to grieve anymore
about the losses
we accept them
as diaries of
the most common
day
when we meet again
i do not say anything
grief is not part of our vocabulary
we can talk about anything
the usual moon and stars and
suns and rivers
those beach umbrellas in
rainbow colors
beer foams, steamy diddums
dim lights
resort huts, starry skies
jokes,
leave law books and
principles
for now
there is only trivial talk
sort of variation
from too much dipping
diving into
whirlpools of
serious doubts
hold on to a glass of beer
take a look at that sexy woman
passing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you ever reach total enlightenment while you're drinking a beer, I bet it makes beer shoot out your nose.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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