There's something about a cold beer, <br />I can't really put my finger on it! <br />Maybe it's because it's much better, <br />Before you drink it. <br />Yes, the thought of it going down, <br />On a hot August evening <br />When thirst, and sweat, <br />And the thoughts of a cold one lingered all day. <br />And then again, it gets better, <br />The moment, frozen in time. you pull the tab, <br />Pa-roosh! sizzle! and the vapor trail. <br />Beggin me to take the first gulp <br />One gulp, then beckoned to turn it up. <br />Kill it! Conquer the can! Be a Man! <br />Ectasy! Climax! <br />Then a burp! <br />Suddenly and unsuspectedly! <br />I can dance with my shadow! <br />Alll of the women are pretty! <br />Courage in a can, <br />What a man I am! <br />There's something about a cold beer, <br />I can't really put my finger on!<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cold-beer/
