'The World of Beer in Rhyme...'

'Pub Poetry: The Complete Works' is now available from Amazon, providing 146 beer- and pub-based poems:

Some are humorous, some are serious and some are just plain nonsense. A few of them also refer to my wife and her dislike for my love for beer and the pub! Although, the truth of these I very much doubt...

The book would make a great gift for any beer lover, or even your local pub.

If you would like to purchase 'Pub Poetry: The Complete Works', simply:

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Check out the examples and snippets below! Enjoy!

Hook Norton Brewery: Haymaker

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Hook Norton Brewery: Haymaker

The beer was distinctive and pale / Haymaker the name of this ale / Hook Norton the Brewer / I wish I'd had fewer / For this morning I'm feeling quite frail!

Croft Ales: Back Jump

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Croft Ales: Back Jump

I raised the glass up to my lips, I took a sip and smiled / Let the beer run 'cross my tongue: was totally beguiled…

Your belly’s so round, that it’s touching the Ground

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Your belly’s so round, that it’s touching the ground

‘Stop drinking for all that you're worth!’ / Said my wife, as she stared at my girth… / ‘Your belly's so round / That it's touching the ground / And you look like you'll shortly give birth!’

Charles Wells Brewery: Bombardier

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Charles Wells Brewery: Bombardier

The drummer boy put down his drum and then lay down his cap / He rubbed his hands and licked his lips: there's Bombardier on tap!

The Truman Brewery: Zephyr

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The Truman Brewery: Zephyr

A soft gentle breeze ‘cross my palate did tease / T’was a Zephyr to those in the know / This wonderful beer, to my eye brought a tear / Brewed by Trumans, it quenched my thirst so!

I think it’s your round dear, so go get ‘em in

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I think it’s your round dear, so go get ‘em in

I flew through the air, since he’d caught me off-guard / Flew through the air and then hit the floor hard! / The one saving grace that I took from this fall? / I’d not spilt my beer, no, not one drop at all.


The Heart of a Nation


For centuries, the local pub, has been our Nation’s heart,

Its heart and soul where people meet and revolutions start.


But cheaper drink in supermarkets, tax and sky-high rates,

Have all combined to sadly leave our pubs in dire straits.


What has happened? What’s gone wrong? Why can’t we see the fact?

That without pubs our Nation’s health is tarnished, chipped and cracked.


It has no centre, has no soul, it has no ‘welcome mat’,

No place to drink a foaming pint, no place to meet and chat,


No place where people leave their lives and worries at the door,

No place where people, if they choose, can all their woes ignore,


No place where they can quaff and sup and while away the nights,

No place where they can simply talk and put the world to rights.


Community is everything, and pubs are its foundation,

The bedrock of this country, of this proud, distinguished Nation.


If you frequent your local pub, I think that you will find,

You’re really rather happy, that you have great ‘peace of mind’.


So, help protect our Nation’s health, support its social hub:

Support your Nation’s heart and soul, support your local pub.

 
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