Other loves

Aside from the grand old Internet, I feel compelled to more fully answer Dr. Write's challenge by telling you what else I love. This will not be one entry, however, as I can't be assed to think that much about the topic.

The love of today, however, is a simple one: I love beer.

Ode to Beer

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

Beer!
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.

Did you know one of the first poems ever written was about beer and onions. (I also love onions.)

I tag Kendrakoo, Sarahbellum, and Richelle to tell of their loves.

Update: Middlebrow is now tagged.