Poem About Beer

Now that oughta spike my numbers. But then, how often do ugrads google such things?

Ah, yes, and in re the Kat comment with the bug picture. . . I do try to keep my geek cred up, but I see that my struggle is useless. I must simply stand back and gasp. Mouth agape. Into which ailanthus webworm moths may fly.

And now here's the aforementioned poem. Eco? Hm. Here, the poet explores the evolutionary pressures of social groups. And it needs a decent title, so weigh in on that, please.

It can’t be hard to decide to visit a friend
even if I know he’ll want more of my beer
than his wife allows him. But why tell?
The game is excuse enough to relive college,
skip over the years of work, and come to this:
the children safely away with the women
and this is man-time, dammit! Another bottle
from the fridge. We can relax. Second half,
a co-worker stops by for chips, to show off his car.
We order a pizza, open more beer. It’s not hard
to visit friends, swap pictures of wives in bikinis
and not comment. The game is in the last quarter,
our team is ahead enough that we can stroll to the deck,
breathe sunset air, congratulate ourselves on success.

Comments

[Crafty Green Poet]

If your beer is locally produced real ale its definitely eco (well that's my excuse anyway!). If you're drinking beer with environmentally minded people its probably also eco. Another good excuse! Good poem too. Cheers!