I blush
And sip
Mine’s not even beer
tangy citrus malt
Shandy for me
And cider for you

Beer in the others hands
Bitter for him
Lager for her
Ale, Stout
And many exotic liquids
And the biggest of them all?
A mixer with a mixer
in a thimble glass
We laugh
We joke

Posted: Thursday, June 23rd, 2011 @ 10:36 am
Categories: Poems.
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