Bar Belle: A beer by any other name would taste as sweet

Poems about beer

Jun 23, 2010 at 5:00 am

Two weeks ago, I beckoned you to give me your best drunken Shakespeare — write a poem about beer to score two tickets to the Top of the Hops beer fest. The winner, as decided by a sober LEO staff, was Robert Lutz, who just so happened to include my name in his poetic prose — a coincidence, I swear. Here are the entrants. They’re best read with a 10-year scotch over ice.


Beer Maven
By Robert Lutz

There once was a Bar Belle named Havens

Quite well known for her Jager-fueled ravin’s.

But when Top of the Hops

Came to town for a stop

She gave in to her urgent beer cravin’s.



Phil the Beer
By Justin Lewis

Phil the beer cried a big tear, for his weight was starting to gain
He had to lose the chub, to fit the bathtub, in the house he bought in Maine
So he put on his “sneaks,” threw away the treats, and ran with all his might
And when he came back, to his lovely love shack, he brewed straight into light.

He called all his friends to start up a trend, to help change all beer’s health
The friends all laughed, still called him fat, and told him he would lose his wealth
But Phil the beer never lost fear and told them they were slobs
He put on his shoes, shook off his blues, and went to “Top of the Hops”

As he walked in, he showed his big grin, full of froth and foam
To show all his might, that he was now light, around he started to roam
At around ten, he saw some big men, poking holes in cans
Shooting they said, it will clear up your head, and help you become a man

He decided to try, it couldn’t hurt a fly, except he became hooked
He soon got drunk, and forgot how to rhyme and started to fall over all the vendor tables and it was just messy.
The next day he woke up and realized he had gained the weight back ...

Light beer sucks



Ode to Beer
By Steve Pittman

Older than bourbon,
vodka, gin and brandy
It is, in fact
The oldest written recipe

Although who invented it
Remains unclear
But Plato said, “He was a wise man
who invented beer”

Very easy to brew
With not much toil
Started 9000 B.C. in Iraq
Before they knew the value of oil

Enjoyed by kings and peasants
Einstein and Shakespeare
And upon running out
Why the Pilgrims landed here

The most popular drink
Second only to tea
Oh to live in Japan
Where it’s sold in vending machines

Twas a sad day in America
for every mother’s son
When the nectar stopped flowing
For Prohibition

Now we have many laws
For criminals to be caught
The only law beer now has

One is not enough
And too many, you snooze
I guess that’s how we got the phrase
Mind your P’s and Q’s

It’s the one saving grace
On a hot sunny day
It was the one reward for
Andy Dufresne

My elixir and I
In our reclining chair
Sad that for every glass,
Some is lost in my facial hair

Could man create anything better
On sea or by land
The best beer in the world
Is the one in my hand



Beer Card
By Les Hamilton

With so many names on my beer card
Be it a Raging Bitch from Flying Dog
Add in some Stones Arrogant Bastard
Maybe just some generic old Grog

It all serves us so well
Makes us sleep late
And with a bit of luck
It helps us to mate

In our beer goggles we see our perfect date
We leave the bar with such a match
We are soul mates, it must be fate
Then I woke up and thought, what did I catch?


By Joe Schweinhart

There is a drink that makes things clear,
It is a drink we all call beer.
I drink it down and swish it around,
and I do it all over town.
My only wish is for more homebrew
So I could drink more with you.
Many seem to not have a clue when I talk about beer and brew.
When I quietly settle down …
It’s another tour of bars around town.


Beer is Love
By Kevin Riggins

A pint is drawn before my eyes
I sniff your froth, a malty prize
You greet my lips, my tongue, my teeth
My uvula you slide beneath

You bathe my throat without a fuss
You tickle my esophagus
Oh tummy and bladder resent you so
Another glass away you go

Dear hoppy bubbly malt beverage
My deep devotion I do pledge
You calm my nerves and ease my brain
You’re worth the acid reflux pain


Golden Shower
By Melissa F.

Beer is definitely my favorite brew.

Late in the evening, it tells me what to do.

“Look over there. Steal that vase of flowers.”

“Go talk to that girl. Ask if she wants a golden shower.”

No matter how crazy, no matter how bold.

The sweet whisper of beer always takes hold.

Only when I wake up the next morning with vase still in hand,

Do I curse beer and for all that it stands.

Of course, this feeling only lasts until midday,

When the whisper from the bar again floats my way ...


Unstable Table
By Scotto Benningfield

Glass and colored labels dance around
Created and evocative spirits
Amongst gratuitous bar sounds

Crowded dead soldiers on a table
Is this the line to the WC?
I don’t feel so stable!

Levity, cheer and affable charm
Dispositioned with occasional stammer
The palate’s imbued, happily swarmed

To see old friends or make some new
Tis an escape from the pace
Beer affects our much-needed social glue


Cheaper Than Water
By Shannon O’Donnell

I used to hate you
Stupid brew
Until I went to Germany
Where I discovered a magical land
Of chocolate
And flowing golden beer
Sometimes amber
Sometimes brown
I was curious
It was cheaper than water

Two pints
And four chocolate bars later
I found my German accent
And ate some damn good cheese
No fridge in the hostel
Hope this plastic baggie
Hanging outside the window
Will hold
That precious gold

Back in the States
It took some time to adjust
Was that just a fling?
A traveling romance kind-of-thing?
No this one will last
Living the Miller High Life
in those Coors Blue Mountains

I only wish beer
Was cheaper than water here.


Drunk Texts of the Week

•2 slaps = 1 punch

•Today’s agenda: beer then queer

•U got my tab, rght??

•U got my cab, rght??

•Hes like a floating turd tht wnt flush!

•Jagerbmbs wll loosen tght screws!

•R u OK?? Call me if u pass out!!

•i wanna dive n ur fox hole

Remember to save your drunk texts and e-mail them to [email protected] first thing Monday morning! I know I’m not the only one who’s texted their boss at 4 a.m. ...