The love of today, however, is a simple one: I love beer.
Ode to BeerDid you know one of the first poems ever written was about beer and onions. (I also love onions.)
Beer, how do I love thee?
I shall not count the ways.
Your hoppy goodness thrills me on the coldest night
Or the hottest day
You are lovely in your yellowness
Slake my thirst
Make me giddy
Leave me enlightened
And oh so good looking
I sing to thee the highest of praise
Full of the true, the sallow Hippocrene
Oh for a draught of your brew
That hath been cool'd a long age in the deep-delved fridge
Oh for a beakerful of the cold North!
To pee! to pee!
To whiz, piss, or slash.
It is all the same.
What goes in, must come out,
But, lovely beer, you leave us
Better and happier.
I tag Kendrakoo, Sarahbellum, and Richelle to tell of their loves.
Update: Middlebrow is now tagged.