For Lovers of Ale

That amber liquid far from insipid Like molten honey but drawn from a tap, Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark, God's malted ale, nature's true sap. Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond, Giving them courage for mayhem galore, A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land Never quite feeling tired or sore. The Celts used for curing, Egyptians for luring Their gods from the heavens bribed to partake, The English just drank as their water so stank, Beer their solution to gulp for life's sake. Wine lovers admit that their glass needs be sipped While describing aromas of berries and earth, No such constraint, nor need for restraint For drinkers of ale are freewheeling from birth. So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug While watching a game and eating junk food, Nothing is wetter, more luscious and better Than a cold tasty beer when expertly brewed.