Miscellaneous
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Beer
published: 26 /
6 /
2011
In the latest in his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry series Spencer Robertshaw provides a poem about the pleasures and undoubted pain of beer drinking
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Makes your gran look good in a thong
Or vocally inept burst into song
Is it me or am I just wrong?
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Just last night or the other day
It made a driver turn the wrong way
Then the police had something to say
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Oliver Reed could put it away
He sang 'Wild Thing' in his special way
It always made his days gay
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Have you heard of this stuff called wine?
Posh people drink it and say they feel fine
It's not Tetleys so they’re all queer
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People who like it far too much
Go all flabby and fat to touch
They stick their chests out trying to be butch
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Go to the doctor’s for a diagnosis
You drink in excess is the prognosis
Now you’re the one who's got cirrhosis
And the fragrant gift of halitosis
Don’t even mention the mild psychosis
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