Ode to Beer

I suppose last week's video poem didn't quite get all the rhyming out of my system. Maybe it just made things worse.

Here's a little ditty about drinking. I like the rhyme scheme from Poe's The Raven, I thought I'd see how well it worked when applied to the subject of beer.

“I seem to have misplaced my beer

It isn’t there, it isn’t here.

It isn’t anywhere, I fear,

I think I’ll get one more.

Now my new beer’s missing too,

Even though it was brand new,

But I know just what I should do;

There’s more in by the door.

My next beer disappeared just now.

It escaped, I know not how.

It must have walked away somehow,

I’ll refill, as before.

Then I lost, not two, or three,

But four beers when I went to pee,

I wish they would come back to me,

But meanwhile I’ll go pour.

Then I lost another five,

These beers are seemingly alive,

They leave before they quite arrive,

Making me beer poor.

I went again to pour a drink,

From the keg next to the sink,

But now it’s empty too, I think,

Which really makes me sore.

I see my empty glasses there,

Not full of beer, but full of air,

Piled underneath my chair,

Standing on the floor.

I don’t know where the liquid went,

But it’s all gone, in any event,

The winter of my beer discontent,

I’ll have one, nevermore.

It puts me in a nasty funk,

For I was hoping to get drunk,”

And then he fell down with a thunk,

And so began to snore.