Brazil nuts and <br />home brewed beer <br />an alliterative feast <br />for the aesthete; too <br />fine to let by without <br />annotation <br /> <br />It’s where gourmet <br />fancy plays loose and <br />the feet slide easily <br />into discrete stirrups <br />astride discerning taste <br /> <br />An adaptation of the <br />once infamous <i>‘Blonde <br />Australienne’</i> tamed <br />in a riot of dissent <br /><i>we don’t drink that here</i>! <br /> <br />Well Bluey, me old Mate <br />we do, I called it Lager <br />which you liked yesterday <br />& Bitter the day before <br />but today it’s <i>Blonde</i> <br /> <br />Now drink ‘n stop <br />yer bloody whining <br />anyone ’ud think it <br /><i>wasn’t cold enough</i> <br /> – or something <br />© 29 October 2009, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blonde-4/
