A Poem about Ale
Here's a tale about ale
Be it dark, be it pale
So head, without fail
To the Inn to drink ale!
Made with barley and hops
With some froth on the top
Drink up the last drop
You won't want to stop!
Drink it from a small mug
Or from a large jug
Just take a long glug
It's like having a hug!
Now buy one more beer
The bar is quite near
The price is not dear
It will fill you with cheer!
Buy Bullroarer's Brew
Or some Old Honeydew
Green Dragon's Breath too
There's an ale there for you!
Jump on table and chairs
Wave your ale in the air
And dance without care
Now there's ale everywhere!
Too much ale, must be said
Makes your face go all red
You will go to bed
With a very sore head
Raise a toast and say hail
With glasses of ale
A loud drunken wail!
Let us all hail the ale!
A Rum Poem
It's time for a drink
It's time for some rum
It warms up your cheeks
Puts fire in your tum
Fill up your glasses
'til they overrun
And take a few glugs
Of lovely sweet rum
Liven up parties
By serving up rum
Invite all your friends
All hobbits can come
Sing and be merry
Laugh, whistle and hum
Everyone's happy
When they're drinking rum!
Whenever you're sad
Or feeling quite glum
Cheer yourself up
By drinking some rum
Don't sit on your own
Twiddling your thumbs
Sweeten yourself up
With sugary rum!
One word of warning!
Don't drink too much rum!
You'll have a bad head
A face like a plum!
A noise in your ears
Like banging of drums
So don't overdo
The drinking of rum!
Brandy by the Fireside
Snow is gently falling
White flakes all around
Forming a cold blanket
That covers all the ground
On this Winter's evening
It's good to be inside
Opening the Brandy
Sat by the fireside
Frost covers the bushes
That line the icy lakes
Water frozen solid
The cold it makes you shake!
Make a path back home now
Escape the bleak outside
Pour yourself some Brandy
Sat by the fireside
Wind whips at your ears
It nibbles at your nose
Freezing your poor fingers
And tickling your toes
Stay inside your burrow
In the warm and dry
Sipping on the Brandy
Sat by the fireside
Icicles like fingers
Hang sharply from the gate
Pointing you back inside
Where tasty treats await
Tables full of warm food
So eat a fresh baked pie
Finish off the Brandy
Sat by the fireside
