Saturday, April 8, 2017

Beer, Baseball, and....Trees?

Inspired by my Poe-Tree post, the literary icon, Phil Rupp, provided this version honoring the opening of baseball season:

I think that I shall never hear
 
A poem lovely as a beer.
 
The brew the Camelot served on tap
 
With golden base and snowy cap.
 
The stuff I'd drink throughout the day
 
Until my memory went away.
 
Poems are made by fools, I fear
 
But more than Coors now grew good beer.

And thanks to Phil for the Camelot reference...  ah, the memories...


1 comment:

Uber and me said...

You should write this on our Poe-tree at the library.