Ode to Tennent's Lager ©
J.M. Smith
Illinois, USA
1968
Tennent's Lager that I savor...
Rising bubbles filled with flavor
Caress my lips...no woman's kiss
Can spin my brain and bring such bliss..
A devil's liquid some have named it..
For countless crimes they have blamed it..
They may be right, but lest I think it,
I'll buy one more and begin to drink it..
One more it is, and that makes twenty..
Could it be I've had too many?
Tennent's, my love, you've gone too far..
I bow my head to the wooden bar
And dream my dreams, but not of lasses...
Of Tennent's Lager and empty glasses...
|